So are we feeling festive? Er I don’t think so.
As my boys reminded me its only eight more sleeps until Christmas.
OH NO! How did that happen?
It’s the same every year. Despite that fact that I know Christmas is looming it always sneeks up on me, taps on my shoulder and shouts “Boo!” I suppose it doesn’t help that I always go into denial until it’s too late to do anything other than panic.
But I did try and get organised this year. I did! Honest!
I have a sister-in-law who goes out and does her shopping in one hit at the beginning of November. I don’t know how she does it. In November I don’t even know what to buy and I can’t remember everyone I need to buy for either as my memory is like a sieve and after a few hours of Christmas shopping I loose the will to live. So by trying to start early all I’ve done is prolong the agony.
We’ve been having some work done on the house too. A few shelves here a few there, a new cupboard in one room, a curtain rail in the other. Not major work I grant you but very messy! So extra time cleaning up. And then my husband decided that he was going to redecorate my eldest’s bedroom on Monday. Now, as he is a painter and decorator by trade, the opportunities to have my own house decorated are few and far between so I had to grab it with both hands. End result – contents of child’s bedroom piled into the middle of the floor. I didn’t realise just how many toys he has that he never plays with. It does rather beg the question why does he need any more? I did intend to do my Domestic Goddess bit and sort it all out but I’m afraid the Clutter Fairy was busy. (Incidentally a neighbour of mine does actually use a clutter fairy but I’m afraid I’d be too embarrassed to show anyone the state of my junk.) So yesterday I filled up the new shelves and stuffed the rest back under the bed. I’ll sort it after Christmas – I promise.
And, if that isn’t enough I’ve not been feeling too well this week. I have an abscess over my tooth which is proving rather painful. It started earlier in the year and I’ve suffered various painful treatments which I thought I had cured it. But last week it came back so I had to go back to my dentist. (I’m actually beginning to feel sorry for her.) Now I’m rattling with antibiotics and am currently alcohol free – so can you see why there’s no festive spirit in my house? My dentist has referred me to a dental surgeon to have something more painful done in the New Year so at least I’ve got something to look forward to.
Anyway. Enough of my ba humbug. By the way someone sent me a picture of a grumpy humbug wearing a santa hat this earlier in the week so it’s Official. I did try to upload it onto here but it wouldn't allow me.
I’m going to spend the weekend working like crazy to get everything done and then when I finish work on Wednesday I’m going to spend a few hours snuggled up on the sofa with my boys watching some feel good films to get me feeling festive.
Or in reality – I’ll finish everything at midnight on Christmas Eve, collapse in a heap and then get up at six am to start cooking the turkey!
Anyway, happy Christmas everyone!