So every year we buy a real Christmas tree from a local place. You wander around, choose your tree, he cuts it and off you go. They’re gorgeous.
This year DH had been on shift at weekends so decided we had to get the tree last Monday. I WFH and as it turned out I was slammed, and couldn’t down tools during the day. DH is rather precious about the tree so decided he HAD to go and get it, without me.
I was still busy with work, and then had to go and take kids here there everywhere. When we got in, he’s on his knees in the living room, sawing the tree, it wouldn’t fit in the holder. Because it was SO FUCKING BIG. It fell over twice that evening. He cut more off it. We decorated it 3 times that evening.
2 nights later, all was calm, all was bright. I fed the pets, one of whom is an elderly, deaf cat who has dementia, an awful smell and a worse attitude. I was sat watching 4 in a bed, avoiding the news, when I noticed him moving faster than I had for about 6 months. Towards the tree. Under the tree.
Nooonooooonoo you don’t. I ran across the room and in true SAS style crawled under the tree, trying to shoo the cat out. The cat hissed, I tried making noises, the cat hissed more but gave no fucks. Couple of digging motions, the tail goes up….. and yes. He did it. I tried one last desperate lunge to put him off. He legged it, leaving quite literally his ‘present’. And the fucking tree slowly toppled over, baubles bouncing across the floor, and me still under the tree.
This is all 100% true.
Hang in there op x