I knew I was in for it when Scarlet burst into the house and said, “Mama! You’re..not going to believe what we did!”
It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and as tradition goes, we always get our Christmas tree on that day. It was, as Cassidy said, “..pissing rain outside.” Des was napping and Cassidy and Scarlet were raring to go, so I happily sat this one out. I read your blogs instead. I uploaded client photos and studied them. I was deep in my own world when Scarlet interrupted me.
“We may have gone overboard.”
Overboard? This is a kid who once asked me to drive her to the Golden Gate Bridge. A kid who wears a princess dress, amulet, crown and don’t-forget-the-earrings to go to storytime at the library. A kid who once poured half a jar of honey into her yogurt.
And asked for seconds.
What does overboard look like to Scarlet? This is what overboard looks like to Scarlet:
Overboard is when a “modestly” sized 13′ tree was already paid for, when this (at least 17′) monster was spotted on the way out.
Overboard is when he couldn’t even lift it enough to take it home, until an employee helped him.
This is the previously at-least-17-foot-tree-less spot in our living room.
Overboard is when someone helped you get it into your car, but she’s nowhere to be found at home.
This one badly needs a caption. You can see it all in the way he’s scratching his head and looking at..that thing.
Des woke up soon after the tree’s arrival. His expressions say it all.
Scarlet was very nervous, for very valid reasons.
I really thought one or both of us would end up in the ER. Cassidy was drenched in rainwater and tree sap. He tried to lift the tree. I tried to lift the tree with him. We gave up about 17 times. Each time, I just thought we’d have to call for backup. Then we’d try something else. It would fail. Finally, and believe it or not, I had a winning idea about securing the tree stand against the wall and having Cassidy lift the tree into it, and then I ran under the tree (risking my life, truly) and screwed in the clamps.
It took some tweaking to straighten the tree.
Han Solo watched on and he did not once pass judgement on us, bless his very heart.
On the second day, I came home to Cassidy putting on the Tardis tree topper from the second floor balcony. He also strung the top lights from there. Then he used a ladder for the reasonable heights of the tree. Reasonable being 13 or 14 feet, of course.
The tree is lit with a middle blue core, and then surrounded by white fairy lights. If you’re wondering, yes, the tree has a Doctor Who theme. Last year we had Tardis lights but Cassidy didn’t like the glaring white string that attached them, so he ripped it out, added hooks and made Tardis ornaments out of the lights.
Then we added all of the beautiful, sloppy, pristine, memorable, meaningful, pop culture, handmade, moose, Doctor Who, Star Wars, more moose and just-for-decoration ornaments from our multiple boxes of tree decorations. Scarlet joined in.
Des kept morale up by quacking and walking under ladders.
And that is what is meant by going overboard. It’s when you do something kinda dangerous, but you know all along you’ll be ok, for the sake of the kids and for the sake of yourselves, and you just do it. You go big or go home, as Cassidy says. You put a giant monster of a tree into your home. Your kids watch you in anxiety and wonder. All along, they too, know the truth.
That it’s ok. That we’ve got this.