Tonawanda News — That’s why I never really took much to decorating. I don’t think I’m lazy, but the payoff to decorating wasn’t worth the time commitment and work involved.
So, as I stare at these orange crates, I wonder why I bother doing it now.
And then I remember.
When I look at the window stickies, all wrinkled and tattered after coming off the window for the fourth time, I remember the full-bellied laugh Rigby gave when he put them up and assembled his “monster band.”
As I wind up the lights I’m taking off the bushes and grumbling as another one shatters, I recall the pure joy in Penny’s eyes when the kids were brought outside to see them flip on for the first time.
After taking down the cackling witch from the closet door — you know, the really annoying kind that rotates a few phrases each time you hit the button and kinda wants to make you fly away on a broom after the 50th time — I think of how much fun Penny and Rigby had pushing that button, and that it wasn’t quite such an annoyance those first 49 times.
Being a parents makes you do things that go against your very nature. Work that doesn’t seem to make sense or have a purpose suddenly does, even if it’s just a fleeting moment of your child’s enjoyment that’s forgotten as soon as “Sofia the First” comes on.
But that’s OK. That’s enough ... at least it will be once this backache dissipates.
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