Today I felt like Superman.

I woke up at 5:00 to do some website work, and met up with my riding buddy at 7:00 for a 36 mile ride in near-freezing, windy weather. Forty five minutes after the ride ended, I was on my way to the tree farm to cut not one, but two Christmas trees - one for my family and another for a friend of ours who recently went through a divorce and her ex had made other plans.

My 5-year old son and I cut them together, with his hand on the saw holding on for dear life while I muscled it back and forth until the tree toppled. It was a total father-son moment where he was absolutely determined to be part of the action all the way through.

Then it was setting up one tree at our friends house, and then again at our house, and then of course putting on the lights and ornaments. And that's when I turned into Mr. Hyde!

I hate putting up ornaments and decorating trees. I really do. I mean, I like the end result a lot, and I like to take pictures of the kids putting up their annual ornament gift we give them. But I'm a complete sour-puss when it comes to helping along the way.

And by then the affects of the morning's activities were setting in. I was physically exhausted, and cranky towards the kids... and my wife. I can be the nicest guy towards other people, but it's easy to turn into a complete jerk at home when I'm tired.

Can you relate?

There must be some Kryptonite hidden under the floor in the living room - right next to the Christmas tree