Taking down Christmas decorations, even though I went and spent a small fortune at The Container Store (oh, I heart The Container Store) buying organizational tools for putting away Christmas decorations. What I learned today:
1. Those nifty tree boxes? Made for skinny trees that are under five or six years old. (no judging here - I went to "permanent trees" about 10 years ago when I was a road warrior. If I didn't get a tree up Thanksgiving weekend, there wasn't going to be a tree). My tree is 15 years old and as much as I hate it, it looks better than anything I've seen. Problem is, it doesn't fold up to the size of a postage stamp the way the new ones do, so now I have my tree sitting in an open box.
2. I suddenly got very old and creaky somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Years. I had no problem running up and down the steps to put the damn stuff up, but now have a host of aches and pains carrying the stuff back down to the basement. All of this activity is standard operating procedure - I should be a size 2. It wore me out so much that I crashed on the couch at 8PM and am now wide awake (hence the blogging at midnight).
3. Teenagers, even if you bribe them, are slower than dirt. I didn't know it was possible to make taking ornaments off of a tree a day long event. Even when I explained to her that her hourly rate would be dipping well below minimum wage, her speed remained somewhere in the vicinity of reverse.
4. Stopping to organize your pantry - using all of those wonderful containers you just had to buy at TCS is a sign of middle-aged ADD. Stopping again to make lasagna in between basement runs is another sign.
5. A glass of chilled chardonnay when you finally sit down never tasted so good - even if the effect is the same as applying a hammer to the side of your head ;-)