I’ll mention this very quietly, because it’s not something that’s cool to say. But actually, I’m getting quite excited about Christmas. The run up so far has been stressful – Lovely Bloke likes to buy in a shop, whereas I’m all over Amazon like a rat up the proverbial drain pipe. It’s because of me their poor packers are walking 11 miles a day. I might go and volunteer for them this week, to burn calories ahead of the feasts that are coming my way soon!
Anyway, back to it. I’m actually looking forward to Christmas. As a business owner (God, that sounds grand, but I think it’s important to not pretend it’s just me making everything happen – it’s a huge team effort) I have always found Christmas to be quite inconvieninent to be honest. It’s been a drain on time and resources and I’ve been annoyed that others haven’t wanted to work day and night like I do. But for some reason, there’s been a shift this year.
Maybe it’s the boys being that bit bigger, asking more questions about the validity of Father Christmas? My attempt at Elf on the Shelf didn’t go well – “Mummy, there’s a Waitrose tag on his bum. He did not come from Father Christmas at all”. Ahem. Elliott -1, Mummy – 0. I’ve now taken to telling them I’m emailing Father Christmas with updates on their behaviour. They know I’m good at the ’emailing thing’ and don’t question that!!!!
It’s a good place to be. Looking forward to seeing friends and family. Hanging out together. Doing the hanging out thing. And drinks copious amounts of Pimms. Did I mention the Pimms? Anyway, I’m looking forward to Christmas. And proud to put it out there. So long as you don’t tell anyone I said.
Anyway, oh, the joy of Pimms. But that’s another post altogether…
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