Sorry, I skipped the weekly post last week but the Christmas frenzy caught up with me, and we all know that trying to fight it is a lost battle. Still, I have the feeling of having wrestled with time and a schedule I couldn’t possibly follow and accomplish for the last two and a half weeks.
Now, don’t get me wrong I love Christmas, even the frantic schedule that comes with it because, let’s face it, it’s a jolly stress we put ourselves under. The problem is that the more you do and the longer that freaking to-do list seems to get, when it should actually be the other way around, right?
So here I am, three days away from Christmas still with a few tasks undone and the one million dollar question to answer: where did the time go? Surely not to partying out! , Sadly enough, in fact, this year I managed to get nearly at Christmas without a proper festive night out.
I could still enjoy a night in though. I know a sort of sad consolation price really, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. And so last Friday after dropping the rest of my household to their separate festive engagement, none of which requiring my presence but only my driving service, I went back home to my own carefully planned festive night.
From outside the window I already saw that Ada the gremlins had in my absence decided to feast with the decorative pinecones on the leaving room coffetable; what I haven’t realised it was that she also decided to discard them ( after having processed them) on my antique Persian rug. The smell as soon as I stepped inside gave her away though, while I confess I had some kind of thought yo give her away too, just in a more literal way!
By the time I cleaned up the mess, got rid of the smell, and had a bite to eat, I was finally able to step into the shower but quickly jumped out as daughter number two texted to be collected. Shortly after the traveling husband texted me too, asking for a lift… And again. … and again when not receiving a prompt immediate answer. “ ever heard of not texting and driving?”
Equally annoyed with my husband and Siri, who had a bad night and couldn’t get my accent, I resorted to vocal messages only to receive more texts saying he couldn’t hear a word because of the noise in the pub. “Ever consider going out for a minute?”Obviously not!
6 back and forth drives later I had them all safe and sound at home and I could finally go feet up and have that glass of wine, except it was not the right time anymore and neither I was in the right mood. A hot chamomile tea had to do.
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Disclaimer. There might be some typos/ writing horrors in the above post as I did not have time to properly go over it….. Just appreciate the effort😜
