We are WolvesAnd while they're at school I'm still working to pre-Christmas deadlines whilst accepting deliveries, sending cards and adding ever more to the festive food list - the closer we get to the 'Big Day' the bigger our appetites get - we are wolves, salivating at the thought of turkey and upping our cheese intake to make sure we at least eat something with the bottle of port waiting patiently in the cupboard.
|Now where *is* that |
last tree chocolate?
Sunday BestI am trying so hard to be focused but there is part of me wishing these next couple of days away. I'm eager to join the children in their revelry, up for letting my hair down and dreaming of those few days when I point blank refuse to do any washing. Let the jeans and t-shirts fester in the basket, we shall wear our Sunday Best to breakfast, lunch and dinner. I can't wait until nothing but the next game of UNO and trying to find a tree chocolate matter, and to savour that moment of giggling and shushing on Christmas Eve when we sneak the presents under the tree. They say Christmas is just for children but I know different.
KnackeredAnd it's not just me - the playground is full of parents who are knackered. We too are puffy-eyed, over tired and bordering on hysteria. We too are hanging on by our fingertips before we can take time off; empathising and encouraging each other to give it one last push before we run out whooping and yelling into the December air - we can taste time off and it tastes like Christmas. So come on grown-ups, one deep breath and just a few more days to go - we can get through it.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Soundtrack: Tender by Blur