My expectations on certain things (in this case my Christmas tree choice) can be slightly high! Jeremy gets quite annoyed with the stress I put on the family during our annual tree cutting. I.Must.Find.the.Perfect.Tree!
Last year, this happened! Which probably serves me right! To get the full effect of this post, you really need to read that post!
This year, we ventured out on Sunday (November 29th), against our better judgment because both boys were still sick, but it was most likely the warmest day of the month. So we headed out and the moment we got to the tree farm, both boys started whining and crying, especially Carter. Carter's green snot came a flowing and I only had one more tissue left. Neither boy wanted to walk. Both boys wanted to be carried by Daddy. It was true fun! But we drove an half hour, so darn it boys, suck it up and have some Christmas Cheer - geeze!
We searched and searched, okay fine, I searched and searched:
while Jeremy and the boys:
And after searching for some time, I thought I found the perfect tree. We cut it down:
Dragged it over and under and around, while holding both boys. Took it to get it loaded and paid for and noticed one tiny, little important piece of information:
What are the chances that the tree will last this year? Am I slightly obsessed? Yes. Am I slightly paranoid? Yes. We might have to get the fake tree out of storage just in case.