Is it sort of the perfect time?
Dh has just taken Dd, 4 to bed (I’ve done all other bits for the last few days. He’ll probably fall asleep up there.
I’m sat with a glass of fizz, cheese, biscuits & picked onions, a roaring fire, candles and whatever I want on tv.
Sort of love the build up to it all, but also exhausted and sort of relieved all
the lists of things to be done are done.
Now if I could just avoid thinking of my childhood Christmases and missing my family (we’re abroad and on our own this year) and not do the weird crying/sad thing I do on Christmas Day night sometimes…hopefully it will be ok
It’s not felt that *Christmassy this year, but my Dd is happy and that’s been my aim
Back to all the cheese 😂