Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and even though we've been thinking about it for ages, somehow it's creeped up on us. I waited too long to do my online Christmas grocery order and had to brave the crowds today. I bought a positively obscene amount of food but hopefully it'll see us through the next four days or so.
Jason's parents are coming down from Skegness tomorrow and J spent the morning sorting out the loft so that they don't have to sleep surrounded by boxes. He discovered that the hinges on the sofabed have been bent. The bed would not lay flat. At all. Oh. Bugger. J rang to tell me the situation as I was fighting a woman for the last few pomegranates in Sainsburys. Not good. In the end he rang Ikea in Thurrock and when I got home he went out to buy new hinges and discovered that someone had nicked the registration plates off his Mini. He had to take my car to brave the traffic on the M25. Not a nice trip out the day before Christmas Eve but absolutely necessary.
I've spent the afternoon unpacking groceries and try to encourage the children into TV comas so that I can get on with things. I thought children these days watched too much TV, played video games and vegged out on the sofa. Why do mine keep following me around asking me to actually interact with them?! There's a mountain of laundry to do, rooms to be cleaned, food to be cooked, beds to be made and presents still to buy. Now I understand why my mother seemed to have a nervous breakdown around Christmas every year. It's times like this I wish I was a smoker or an alcoholic. It would be so nice to do something as simple as have a smoke or a drink and let the stress just melt away.
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Ah, the smoking doesn't work. You go outside for a smoke and the wee face(s) will be pressed against the window. Then they smear the windows, which adds to the stress level. Or else they come out and say "Can I play in the wet grass? Can I go on the wet swing?". WE GET NO PEACE!
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