I have just spent the last hour unwinding the lights on my pre-lit tree. I spent the hour before that trying (unsuccessfully) to find the loose connection that was stopping the big section of lights in the middle from working. At this point, my nice, fake, low-maintenance tree has taken about twice the work of a real one. And it isn't even decorated yet.
The tree arrived yesterday. I know I should've just taken it back, but once I had it together, the idea of taking it apart, packing it up again and lugging it back to the store with kids in tow was just too much to bear. Also, there is the slight possibility that the lighting malfunction may have had something to do with the fact that Rosemary's Baby, seeing a full-sized TREE in our living room, couldn't believe his luck and tried to climb it. Both he and the tree ended up in a horizontal position on the floor. So this one time, it may not be the fault of Sears. Though they still have a lot to answer for in the women's underwear department.
All of this would be less galling if I wasn't still feeling a bit under-the-weather. This cold has gone on long enough. But I've promised Firstborn a tree-trimming party tonight, complete with hot chocolate and marshmallows. I'm going to rest up today, and hopefully I'll be in the mood for it by then.
In the meantime, I can't believe it, but I have pine needles to sweep up.