Christmas – it begins.
We were really lucky with the Holly hunt this year – our first stop gave us all we needed, as opposed to last year’s 2-hr hunt for some berry-full prickles. We decided to decorate the house same day – though this turned out to be not the wisest decision. The trees were excessively tall this year, and need some stump-sawing before we could even get them inside. The treee base broke, necessitating emergency bucket & bricks replacmenet. Oh and it also poured with rain, so we got soaked doing it… But there was a visitor early evening who made it all just that bit more festive… Adore the fact that No.1, at 13, is slightly awkward – but still wants to go see Father Christmas and get his chocolate. I wonder how many more...
Christmas – how do you do yours?
We LOVE Christmas. Like most families, it’s kind of a big deal for us, and over the years we’ve grown accustomed to doing it A Certain Way. You know how it is – you do something one year, the children expect it the next, and before you know it, yet another ‘tradition’ has been added to the list. It was only when I started to describe our Christmas to a relatively new acquaintance recently that I realised quite how involved our traditions have become… (dates may vary slightly according to term/placement of Christmas to weekends) End of Nov – First attic visit to retrieve advent calendars and wrapping paper / gift tag box. Commence regular Family Film Night, working through stock of classic Christmas movies. Dec 1st –...
Dear ASDA…
I very briefly quite liked the new ASDA ad when I saw it last night – have you seen it? Until, that is, I got about about 15 seconds in. What I thought was going to be a funny take on the way families are at Christmas turned into a commentary on just how poor and downtrodden we mums are at Christmas. Bless me, we’re the only ones who do any work, aren’t we? But that’s okay, it’s all worth it. “At Asda we know that behind every great Christmas there’s a mum working hard to make it magical for the whole family” Oh PLEASE. I know that I am blessed with a husband who does just as much as I do in the house – we split the domestic stuff 50/50, and we both work from home which makes that easier. But he’s not...
You know how much you hate those bloggers…
… who disappear for months then only post to say “sorry, I’ll be back soon”… *eyes own blog and grimaces* But. It’s that time of year again – and I have no doubt the writing therapy will be needed. This morning I was reading a blog, and was suddenly drowned in a wave of sadness. And jealousy. It was a simple thing – a couple of posts with pictures of the blogger with her Mum and Dad, being normal and doing family stuff over Christmas. Giggling and being silly and comfortable and warm and NORMAL. This year I refuse to get lost in it. I will NOT. Willnotwillnotwillnotwillnot. But I will catch up on the last 6 months. Honest… Tweet
Still Snowing… but nearly Christmas…
It’s still snowing. I know, it’s a pain. It makes getting around tricky, it makes getting Christmas deliveries a bit hairy, and it’s making getting food in for the holidays a bit awkward. But. I love it. I do, I do, and no amount of complaining will tell me otherwise. Snow just makes me feel like this. Oh, AND… the outside Christmas lights are up, and the snow makes them look sooo pretty…. (not that this picture does them any justice...
The Party’s cancelled.
Jolly’s poorly. No.1 is VERY poorly. Pink still poorly. Mummy & Daddy have threatening sore throats… Really evil virus sweeping the school which takes two weeks to go and involves copious amounts of sick and diarrhoea and temperatures. Fingers crossed ours is the common or garden end-of-term-exhausted-boy Cold. Cake, anyone? Actually I’m worried about No.1, he’s not well at all, and will be straight down the docs tomorrow for a large dose of penicillin. His glands in his neck scare me – I thought mine got big, but his are horrific. And his throat is so swollen inside its practically touching. Oh, must tell you about my Poor Lamb. The doorbell rang tonight and it was Father Christmas on his sleigh (lions club do it every year, go...
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