Argh! Single parent of 3, a cat and my elderly mum. The hiding everything, the wrapping and rehiding, the multiple trips up and downstairs to the living room (townhouse) to sneak everything under the tree. The knowing everything is on me to make things special for the children. I know my mum appreciates it because she knows the effort that goes into Christmas but the children have always known it just be me so don’t really get it. It’s worth it, don’t get me wrong, but it’s a slog Kate on Christmas Eve knowing the youngest might wake at any moment, the teens probably aren’t asleep and I don’t want wake my mum. The stairs bloody creak like mad and I’ve been up and down them about 12 times tonight. Keeps me fit once a year I suppose!
The eldest has had a mental health blip and isn’t actually at home and my mum is in hospital having had surgery but their gifts are still exactly where they would be if they were here.
Next year I’ll have 2 over 18 and I keep thinking they need to help make the magic happen rather than me doing it all. Nobody does anything for me I might add. Well, my mum would but she’s been unable to do it this year due to her circumstances.
The neighbours bottle/can him has blown over in the wind and the contents are rolling around our cul de sac.
Shit, someone’s up!
Merry Christmas Everyone!