The tree is up

The tree is up and not without a few tears. The wise young boy at the boys club says as he is cutting the bottom, "Are you sure your tree stand is big enough". In my tree buzz I barely glance and say "Of course". I bring the tree home and actually eyeball the trunk, hmmm pretty big. I get the metal ring to test it. Nope not big enough. I tell hubby, who is pretty unsympathetic after all these years to my tree angst. I drive around to 4 places with the last one being the jackpot. We put the tree in and...well it doesn't touch the bottom-to many branches. Hubby is even more unsympathetic and says, "this is it, next year a fake tree". He goes to get a tape measure, I mean while get a brick, small piece of wood and try to lift it myself. By this time really in tears. We get the blasted thing in the stand, the one thing I looked forward to doing all day, and now I just want it to go away.
Not as terrible as Karen's day, and a tree is definitely not worth crying about-just the straw that broke the camel's back as it was the second day since the start of my new job I have actually come home "crabby". Hate coming home "crabby" and now hubby is hiding in the basement.