Okay, I'm just going to get this out of my system.
I'm the Christmas Grinch, I really am.
Behind my glitter induced crafty facade, is a festering grumbly grinch.
It's hot, the shops are a nightmare and no one bloody well needs anything - not me, not my children, nor my friends or anyone else. Shopping in store is painful at the best of times, add 3 kids, snippy sales people and the task of buying for people that don't need anything and you're pretty much talking about my worst nightmare.
I have about 367 christmas functions to fit into 2 weeks and about 13 kilos to loose before I can squeeze into ANY of my party frocks. My bank account is absolutely bloody bare, as in, my card was declined last time I tried to get fuel and I was stranded at the sevo with 3 kids in the car (which reminds me, Jonno, darling rescuing brother, I owe you 40 bucks). It was hot. Jonny Depp was NOT there and I almost cried at the counter.
My beautiful real christmas tree is dropping pine needles ALL OVER the floor which makes me edgy and nervous for no apparent reason.
The kids rooms were SPOTLESS on the weekend and now they are covered in lego and clothes and wee and oh, i don't know. Maybe not wee, but you get the point.
December is supposed to be fun and Christmas is supposed to be a holiday but instead- it all just feels like hard work.
There, I said it.
Regular Christmas crafting programming resumes tomorrow.
As you were.