Oh god. Christmas is almost here.
Why am I not feeling festive?
Why does my house still look like an Amazon warehouse?
Why is my cake not decorated?
Why have we failed to do any of our food shopping for Xmas dinner?
Why have I still got 10 rolls worth of wrapping up to do?
How will I find space for another metric ton of toys?
Can’t I just crawl into a nice, snug hole for 3 weeks and drink wine and play Fallout 4 and watch back-to-back Xmas special episodes of University Challenge? Oh, those were the days.
Hmm. I’m sure tomorrow is the day that the festive spirit will kick in. In the meantime I am feigning it splendidly. Here is a post in which I pass myself off as some sort of uber-festive domestic lunatic craftatron, in 100% control of everything…
First of all, this cheesy thing happened. We were ‘trying on’ the kids’ Xmas torture outfits before Xmas eve and got a bit carried away…
It seems to be widely agreed that Mildred has turned into a mini-me. The poor little, blonde, dumpling.
As usual, no sooner blogged than proven wrong – she chose the very day after my last post to become highly mobile. No longer can I plonk her down and find her where I left her… she flips straight onto her tummy and does a sort of roll/shuffle hybrid until she is as far away as possible from the safe place I left her in. Mostly I keep finding her army shuffling under the Christmas tree with her gums clamped around an electrical flex. I suppose we’ll have to get the stair gates out…. feh!
In crafty news, I have – at the 11th hour – finally made Milly-Hubble’s Christmas stocking, to match the one that I made for Microbe. I do love the lining…
Well that’s all for now. These 800 cardboard boxes won’t deconstruct themselves…