Today is my first day back to work since Christmas Eve, and to say I’m exhausted would be an understatement.
Let me take you back to the last blog I did here-Elf on the Shelf-Day 24, The Last Day!
As you can see, the last photo was of, what used to be my front room floor-but had turned into “attack of the presents”! There were so many (as usual)!
12 hours later, and the madness began! I say 12 hours, but I was awake at 4, 5, 6 and 7, before going and making the kids get out of bed myself. They came to our room to open their stockings, and hurriedly opened them before begging us to go downstairs.
They had LOADS, (not all were from us and Santa I’d like to add), and their excitement built with each present, culminating in my son nearly losing his voice when he opened his desperately wanted present!
My daughter had not said much else except for “Soggy Doggy” when asked by anyone what she’d like for Christmas, so her reaction to getting that was also pretty brilliant!
We tidied up a little (well as much as we could), following ‘present-gate’, and got ready for our trip to the in laws for more present fun and FOOD!
The children have a bedroom at their house too, so Santa had been there and left presents for them on their beds!
We opened our presents too, and then patiently waited 4 hours for dinner…….
Yep-that was my dinner. I’m not ashamed to say the only things left on my plate were a bit of meat and a potato! I am also not ashamed to admit, I undid the button on my skinny jeans prior to even sitting at the table.
Our afternoon was spent playing games, eating chocolate, and drinking baileys-well, that was my afternoon anyway!
1) FitBit Flex; Yeeeessss, I’m aware there are better ones, I’m aware there are more expensive ones that do pretty much anything you want them to do-I literally just wanted one to see how many steps I take, doing housework/school runs (and nursery runs as from next week)/shopping etc. The Flex is perfect for that.
2) Family Cushion; My mother in law bought this cushion for us and I’m literally in love with it!!!! The hubs was all “that’ll be nice in our bedroom”, and I put it straight on the sofa as soon as we got in, it needs to be seen!
3) I love London Cup; This is self explanatory-I love a cup, I love London. Simples.
4) Yankee Candle Wax Burner; Ohhhh its just soooooo pretty!!! My lovely cousin got it for me (and some London themed bits too), but it is just too nice not to mention!
In doing the ‘Favourite Present’ part of this, I’ve realised I could really have just listed all of my presents, as I really did get some lovely things this year!
I’ll pick some more favourites (as well as the ones above), at some point soon, and do a little mini review on them I think!
Anyhooooo……Christmas Day ended (after a large amount of sorting/tidying/organising the toy/clothes bombs that had gone off in my house), and, after being awake since 4am, I didn’t have much of an issue dropping off!
Boxing Day arrived sooner than my body was ready for, as I was up once again at 4am taking the meat out of my slow cookers (yep-plural, I own two), but we all got up (everyone else at 7am), shook the Christmas tiredness off, and tidied/sorted/organised some more!
My Dad, Step-Mum and Brother came round in the early afternoon, and, after saying I wouldn’t do too much food, this was the result (oops!)
I actually couldn’t fit it all in the photo, there was more on the kitchen sides too!
Presents from my Dad are always fun, we don’t get to request things usually, he just comes up with ideas, and gets them!
This year, the hubs got a glass teapot and tea (he loves tea), and I got some adult colouring sets and pencils-because nothing says “I have an daughter who suffers from Anxiety” quite like travel adult colouring book sets! In fairness, the pencils are so pretty, and I’ve already had a go at one of the pages-although I feel no more relaxed as yet…..
We played games with them, had some drink, stuffed our faces some more, and they left at 7pm, leaving me to attempt to get two sugar infused children, to bed, without kick-off (it didn’t work).
The hubs spent his evening using his teapot, and his choice of tea (which he usually only has one cup of), was “Sleepy Tea” as he calls it. It’s a bedtime tea for aiding a relaxed body and mind ready for bed. It never usually works, but after overdosing on it last night via the new teapot, he was pretty much comatose by 10!
So that’s that! 48 hours of complete madness, followed by tons of food, drink, and laughter!
Today, I’ve had proper food delivered, so we can have proper dinners and eat fruit! Funny how all I now want is cheese and chocolate really!
Tomorrow, the hubs goes back to work, the children are off out in the morning with their Nanny and Grandad, so I’m off to the sales to get some things I didn’t get for Christmas.
I’m also on the lookout for a work organiser, so if anyone knows of any good ones-let me know!
I hope you all had an amazing Christmas, and, if you’ve made it this far in today’s blog, you’re my favourite!
I shall leave you with a little slideshow from our festive couple of days!
It’s the night before Christmas, and all through the town, Parents everywhere are close to break-down. The stockings were hung earlier that night, But now they’re back down and not feeling light.
The children are sleeping all warm in their beds, While Mummy’s lists rattle around in her head. While Daddy just stands there and looks at the mess, Wondering what he can do for the best.
And then it is time to bring gifts out from hiding, Put them all in one room, and begin the dividing. Make a space for the ‘special’ ones, work out who’s whose, When it all gets too much, ask the Daddy for booze.
The moon is threatening to turn into the sun, Daddy bravely asks, are you nearly done? When, what to their wondering eyes should appear, The very last present, the end is so near!
With a tweak and a shuffle, a shove and a squeeze The presents are balanced, afraid of a breeze. A mobile is grabbed, a photo is taken Share to all on Facebook, so no one’s mistaken.
Hey Dasher, Hey Dancer! Oi Prancer and Vixen! Not sure of the others, maybe there’s Blitzen? Any of you really, plus an elf would’ve been, A welcome addition to this festive scene.
All is complete, the room is all ready. Too much excitement, Mummy is heady! The scene taken in one more time for effect, It’s time now for bed, Daddy does not object!
Daddy takes no time at all to drop off, While Mummy lays stiffly, not daring to cough. She thinks about cold, winter days, long ago, When Santa arrived, in his sleigh, through the snow.
His suit was all red, his hair big and curly, His boots black and shiny, his build-rather burly. A bundle of Toys he had packed in a sack, That would sit in the sleigh, on the seat at the back.
His eyes-so enchanting! His face, always smiley! His cheeks were all rosy, he acted quite shyly. He ate the mince pie they left out on a plate, Took the carrots to Rudolph and his reindeer mates.
Then all of a sudden Mummy stops day-dreaming, The realisation hits, that familiar feeling, Now it was them, her and Daddy each year, Filling the children with such festive cheer.
They moan and they pout, through the month of December, How stressful it was but they wouldn’t remember, They’d moaned last year too, but on Christmas Day, It all was forgotten, all gone away.
Yes, they’d done most of it, and yes they were tired, But the effort put in should be admired. The children would feel the magic once more, All stress would be worth it (like the year before).
And now they had made that peace in their heads They closed their eyes tightly and rested in bed. To themselves they whispered as their eyes closed up tight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!”
Hi, It’s been a whole month since my last blog post!
The end of November and the beginning of December for me is always filled with what I like to call, “The 4 Nesses“.
MadNESS, IllNESS, BusyNESS and TiredNESS.
Our house is a hub for these things, seemingly magnified over the festive period.
My son’s column of the family planner calendar I own, is full to the brim, with Christmas parties, panto visits, his own school Christmas play, and when he breaks up from school. Each year his social calendar continues to exceed the previous years madness and I constantly question how my 5 year old can have more going on than I have!
Then there’s the husbands column, full of the usual work shift times, but in addition during this month, there are now dates for when he finishes work, when his Christmas meals are (yes more than one), and little messages sharing his excitement for finishing for Christmas.
My littlest bubs is thankfully at the age where her social calendar isn’t as hectic as her brothers, and is mainly filled with things we’re both doing, or who’s having her when I have to be somewhere with the biggest bubs.
And as for me? I’ve run out of space. They don’t make the blocks for mummy’s side on the planner big enough. I have lists about the calendar, lists about which Christmas cards need writing and for who, lists about which presents are where (which haven’t helped me not lose any!) I have lists about lists and a head full of images of the lists I’ve made. It’s never ending!
Add all this with constantly having to think of ideas to use for our house elf every evening, remembering to keep the kids presents covered and to keep the kids away from the bedroom without arousing suspicion, the usual housework, school runs, potty training (yep we’re still at that-she weed on the sofa today-don’t go there) and general winter illnesses doing the rounds hindering my progress, this month is completely overwhelming!
Next week though, I will be the one, although still overwhelmed and stressed out to the max, getting excited with my family for the events we have planned over the Christmas week.
I LOVED Christmas as a child, and now I have children, the magic continues with them, and in me too!
“The 4 nesses” will be completely worth it in the end.
Apologies for the blog silence, July is always crazy for us as a family, with birthdays and anniversaries taking up the majority of our time.
This happens to be the first blog since I turned 29 two days ago!
It was also my dads 60th Saturday, we share a birthday usually but I decided to not celebrate mine when I was with him, thinking he’d like to have this special one just for him.
I did get to spend the morning with my beautiful children and husband, opening my presents and cards. The children got me all my favourite things. Wine, a wine glass, flowers, a candle and perfume. The husband went and spoilt me massively, buying me tickets to see Thriller at the Lyric Theatre in two weeks, as well as hotel and train tickets for two days! London is my favourite place, I am a complete London geek so he got this years present spot on-I’m unsure how he will top it for my 30th next year though!!
We had lunch with my dad, a surprise one, he thought he was seeing us Sunday. Aside from being completely overwhelmed he really enjoyed it and sent me a text message in the evening thanking me and telling me how lucky he is.
Saturday evening I spent refusing to take my birthday dress off and watching a film with the husband.
Then it was over! And to be honest I’ve been a misery since!
The downside to deciding not to celebrate your birthday is it doesn’t really feel like a birthday. The morning was fine, and while celebrating with my dad it was fine, but it all seemed to finish quite abruptly. Additionally, certain people didn’t even bother to send a card or message this year, people who usually bother with me, didn’t.
As usual my own mother didn’t send a card or message, which never bothers me, but knowing I would be with my dad, she sent him one to upset me.
By yesterday evening I was done, aside from the morning with the kids and hubs, it didn’t really feel like a birthday-a bit of a washout to be honest!
So now it’s Monday, back to normal with biggest kidlet at school, housework and dinner to sort, with the additional visit to the doctors in a while.
The last year of my 20’s is already on its third day, my 29th birthday a distant memory already.
I suppose I just need to come to terms with birthdays just not being as fun anymore.