Big is gently sobbing herself to sleep right now. Today was the Christmas party at school, and then I picked them up early and took them back to my office so that I could do the lockup. That all went very well, but unusually, neither of them fell asleep in the car on the way home. Instead, Small kicked me all the way down the M1, which really cheered me up, and then once we got home neither of them wanted to go to bed.
Instead, they played with their Christmas presents as mentioned below. Except Small’s guitar broke – he wasn’t doing anything other than playing it and it just stopped working. He took it reasonably well, but I’m assuming we’re going to have to replace it. I’d rather get him something half decent, but I’m not sure what to get – any suggestions? I did wonder about a child guitar or uke as I understand they are being used in some schools as starter instruments – anyone know anything about that?
Then eventually, I tired of it all and chased them to bed. Things went from bad to worse, and to cut a long story short, Big ended up crying in bed. Made me feel great 🙁
I just love Christmas. Not. Well, to be fair, it isn’t Christmas I have a problem with. It’s the orgy of commercialism it’s become – if it was about spending time and care making or finding just the right little present for each person, I’d still be stressed because I’m monumentally disorganised ;), but at least I wouldn’t be feeling guilty about the planet being destroyed at the same time.
Bleargh.
Half a day to go, and then it’s well into the swing of things. I can do this.




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