We made it.
The tree lights were bought. The tree is decorated.
We splurged on outdoor decorations after a neighbour commented how much they liked our home at Hallow’een, but…
The Christmas cards were made, not all, but enough to make Christmas. And pacify my mum.
The presents were ordered. Thank goodness for finally succumbing to Amazon Prime.
Wrapped. Some delivered to mum and dad’s. Some ordered to make FC’s life a little easier.
Chores were done.
Some work stuff, actually, no work stuff was done. My out-of-office remains off. Whoops.
The fever and cold hit. Just as the presents and cards were sorted.
Just as my mind said “Let’s start doing Christmassy things” my body said “Hey, everything done? Time for the nasties to break the dam we built to make sure you make your children’s Christmas great.”
So, Mr J had to be unleashed to get the children to my parents for the planned sleepover. To drop off the Christmas gifts which I hadn’t had time to put gift labels on- oh the fun of him knowing which gift was for whom.
I had to let him paint the boys’ room. Yes. Because I know it was a completely sane plan to decorate the boys’ room the week before Christmas. That’ll be the reason they’re in the spare room tonight. (Hazard a guess at how many coats of white paint it takes to eliminate the memory of their Fireman Sam red walls? [do I need to mention whose treat that was?!?]).
And I crashed. And discovered the Amazon Fire Stick. Watched chick flicks in an ever-increasing pile of snot-filled tissues (beautiful imagery right there). I kept thinking I was better. And did stuff. Especially on Thursday morning when I found money haemorrhaging from my bank account, thank goodness one phone call to the bank sorted it all… but stopped my card.
I focused on getting us to The Borrowers at the Sherman Theatre, thank goodness, because the boys loved it. We even managed Crib Service this evening, and Mr J volunteered to join us, all decided with 20 minutes notice (note to self, don’t offer advance warning and things are much better).
The food shop is done, thank goodness. But when, when I ask, do you send a man out for a chocolate dessert for him to return with Fruits of the Forest Gateaux??? And why would one bottle of Prosecco ever get you beyond Christmas Eve? But, yes, apart from that, the boy done good. (He did have a list).
So this is it, the look at the present pile. Instantly thinking FC didn’t do well enough. I’m sure more tat was in order. FC should probably have a little more focus on quantity alongside gifts which might stay the distance.
Because, this is the joy and the downside of blogging. The children have been spoilt in the run up to Christmas, testing lots of toys for FC which were on their Christmas list. The joy of young children, I spent last weekend black bagging toys upon toys. My children play with toys beyond any hope of the charity shop. They colour them in, they lose parts, they let Chase lose on them. In brighter moments (the week before Christmas), they agree they’re too grown up for some of their toys. And I’m so grateful, but so sad that another set of characters (Paw Patrol and Octonauts) are gone from their lives.
So we’re here.
Ready for Christmas.
Thank you for getting this far with me.
It’s been almost two years. Or my sixth year, if you count Johnson Babies.
But thank you. The support this year has meant so much. For my sanity, and positivity.
So, Merry Christmas, I hope you and yours have a wonderful time.