Don't know what's the matter with me. I'm normally so Christmassy it's untrue, but this year I just can't rise to the occasion.
Lovely lovely wonderful magical nativities for the dcs, beautiful carol service yesterday, trees up, all gifts wrapped, food order safely stashed away in cupboards....
....flat as a pancake.
Doesn't help that I've got raging period pain, and the house looks like a big tinselly twinkly bombsite and I can't summon the energy to start cleaning. And I feel as though I could burst into tears at a moment's notice.
Sorry to be such a festive misery... all arse-kicking welcome this way, please form an orderly queue, no pushing and shoving at the back...