G caved in and said we could get a tree! So off we went to the local youth group lot to buy our tree today. In the rain. Pouring rain. I had told C we would get a small tree, so she was thinking about 2 feet tall. Cried when we got a 5 footer. Discovered that the trunk was too thick to get far enough through the tree stand ring to reach the water. Also, had only one string of lights (and it didn’t light). G sent to Fred Meyer’s to buy lights, garland, tree stand. Returned with lights and garland, and several unrelated items for the house. Turns out two strands of lights won’t cover even a smallish tree. And, …tree stand? After dinner, back to Fred Meyer. New tree stand worse than old tree stand (trunk could reach water but only until tree fell over). Back to old tree stand. With entire tree + stand in plastic bin filled with water. Redid all the lights. Four ornaments hung on bottom branches (thanks to C). I am sure it will improve tomorrow. Right?
The bitching and moaning and criticizing that happens during tree set up…feels like I am back home with my parents setting up a tree as a kid. Now we just need someone throwing tinsel on the tree (instead of correctly placing individual strands) and C can fully relive my childhood. Tradition, it just feels right.