Tree

 Our Christmas tree smells nasty.

I should be more descriptive so you don't think I'm exaggerating. 

It smells like a 14 year old boy's room with a mixture of dirty socks, decaying food and AXE body spray. 

But, I can't even blame it on him; it's the tree.

It's gross and the needles are falling off so quickly that it sounds like mice attacking our living room. 

No, it's not a spruce; we are smarter than that. We got a hemlock this year as a break from a pine, but we will never do that again. 

I'm not sure what the procedure is in the case of a nasty smelling tree three days before Christmas. It's not like we're having people over so there's no one to judge us. We just have to live with our own stink and itchy eyes.

The question is, "When is it time to cut our losses and trash the tree?" I feel like we've already passed the comfort phase and now we are suffering through because it's too exhausting to think of change at this point in the game.

People stay in relationships or with jobs long after the comfort point. That's not a bad thing. There are times that you do have to slog through the discomfort, but there are also times when you realize the air is getting toxic because something is dying and it's probably best to move it outside. 

I'm not sure anyone else knows that point other than you, but I'm guessing that the gag reflex we experience when we walk into our own home is a sign that it might be time for us.