Holidays are coming….
I’d never realised before how Christmas can turn sensible, level headed, normal people to Yule tide mush. My mushiness started in late October. Our local M&S started to stock the mince pies before id even had a chance to jump on my Dyson and fly round the house in my stripy socks. Isle four in Boots turned into Santa’s grotto and I felt the need to stockpile large jars of pickled cocktail snacks like a deranged squirrel.
It’s strange because before the kids I couldn’t have given two hoots. In fact for about 3 years my nickname was the Grinch (relates to a difference of opinion on Christmas decoration styles between my husband and I) Don’t get me wrong I love Christmas, it’s just now I want it to be perfect and magical. Just like in TV land. Walton’s/Delia/John Lewis adverts. I want to start carving our own traditions and give our girls magical memories of their own.
Trouble is my girls are coming up for two. They don’t understand that taking the baubles off the tree and hiding them, wearing them and eating them isn’t the done thing. Instead of a Christmas Carol, they’d rather the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. The pretty boxes Mummy has just wrapped and put under the tree must stay wrapped. My quest for Christmas perfection is getting a bit stressful. So I’ve decided to just roll with it.
So if you expecting a card from us – you may not get it till Christmas 2012. Presents may come with some toddler style customization or you may not get a gift at all ( I was too busy trying to sky+ the Downton Special) If you visit the tree may look a bit sparse and the babies toy box may have some additional sparkly things to offer and my plate of mince pies will be Halloween treats.
You must be logged in to post a comment.