Soybeans, Too

Back Home Again in Indiana

8 Minute Memoir (Decorations)

I forget where I saw the 8 Minute Memoir, but it seemed like a good writing exercise so I figured I’d jump on board. I’m already incredibly behind and have no idea when/if I’ll finish it. Such suspense!

fall decor

Because my mom’s a genius, the rule was always we had to clean the house before we could put the decorations up. We decorated for Easter, for Halloween, for Thanksgiving, and for Christmas (I’m sure my mom’s yelling at me right now that we also decorated for Flag Day or whatever other holiday I’m forgetting). It was the four times of year my sisters and I would clean without whining about child labor laws (or minimal whining anyway) because we LIVED for putting the decorations up. Now I realize much of that enthusiasm came from being responsible for putting it up but not so much for taking it down.

As the only one in my house who cares, I decorate for fall/Halloween/Thanksgiving (it’s 98% all the same with just a few pieces I swap in and out), Christmas, and that’s it because I am lazy and the thought of having to take down whatever I put up is more than enough to deter me from putting anything up at all. Would I like to be the type of person who does more than say, “That’s cute” to herself as she passes the Valentine’s Day decor at Target? Of course I would. Would I like to have the house that looks like Christmas exploded? Who wouldn’t? But do I want to be the one who puts it all up and takes it all down? Absolutely not. It took me about 2 hours to do the Christmas decorations this past year, and that’s about all the time I’m willing to invest in it.

Maybe I’ll do more as Boogs gets older and can help more than hinder, but for now I’ll just mostly survive off the memories of my childhood as I sit on my couch admiring my everyday, unadorned house.

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This entry was posted on February 11, 2019 by in 8 minute memoir, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , .
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