That’s it then. That time has arrived. The one that suddenly materialises a few days after new year. Realisation smacks you in the face. Christmas is over. I am doing the ‘bit I hate’ today. Taking down the Christmas tree. The reasons? After all, shouldn’t I be glad to get the house back to normal? a) It takes time. b) I have to untangle the lights. c) It’s admitting defeat. Christmas *is* over. d) The tree and decorations are brilliant for covering up areas where I can’t be bothered to dust. So there we are. I am currently sitting on the living room floor surrounded by boxes. But one last quick photo of how things looked before everything went back to the mundane normal. Also, photo of the awesome Alice themed gifts my husband got me for Christmas. *pats your hand* It’s okay. We get to do it all again at the end of the year ;) |
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Look what I picked up today. It’s Christmas. I know. Usually this time of year you buy other people stuff, not yourself. But hey, my Christmas shopping is done. So I thought I’d treat myself ;) I am still undecided whether to stick it under the tree and wait to start wrecking on Christmas day, or just start now.
I wish I wasn’t so damn shy. Sometimes I want to curl up into a tight ball, muttering, 'please don't look at me.'
Then, on the occasion I scrap together enough courage to do something, I spend the whole time afterwards berating myself for it. ‘Why did I do that/say that/write that/etc. I must have looked/sounded/appeared like a complete idiot.’ This feeling then continues to haunt me for the rest of my life. Amazingly I’ve been up since 8.30, and no, not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I chose to be. Okay, not completely 100% my choice. I am up because someone is coming to fix our boiler later. But in the time I’ve been up (it’s now 9.44), I’ve cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed around and mopped the floors. Go me.
I didn't get any chance to doodle this weekend. Not that I am complaining. Saturday and Sunday were both nice. My brother-in-law came up from London with his fiancée for a pre-Christmas visit and dinner. My mother in-law currently has Shingles, so we decided on ditching doing a fancy dinner for pizza and picky food. We then spent the rest of the evening laughing at things like bad album covers, awkward family photos and wtf bad romance covers. We couldn’t quite get over this one. |