No, we didn't just move. These boxes are Dan's "filing system."
In an effort to "clean the office," he moved all his junk into my living room.
And then it started to multiply.
I tried patiently waiting for him to take care of it.
I tried hinting about wanting to set up the Christmas tree.
I even tried organizing his boxes for him.
Nothing worked. This mess sat and sat and sat. Until a week into December when I finally moved it for him.
I also moved out a couch and rearranged other miscellaneous furniture to make room for the tree.
By this time I was exhausted. Too exhausted to carry the Christmas decorations up from the basement storage room.
So I hinted to Dan that I could use his help.
And I waited and waited and waited.
Several days later I finally did it myself. I carried all the boxes upstairs. When Tyson came home from school he helped me assemble the tree. That night while the boys were sleeping I put the lights and garland on the tree.
The next morning, before I was even up, I heard Preston yell, "Santa came and put the lights on the tree!" By breakfast the tree was decorated.
And that night after they went to bed, I re-decorated the tree.


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This Dan guy sounds like a real tool. You should force him to take a week off during the holidays.
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