Apologies for my complete ignorance as of late, but I was way too busy slaving away in the kitchen, stuffing my face with smoked ham, guzzling booze, and juggling children (not in that order, most of the time...)
It came to my attention this festive season though, that Christmas is not as relaxing as it once was. Gone are the days of lazing around on the couch, picking at leftovers whilst admiring the haul of goodies the fat man dropped off. Gone are the sleep ins, the lazy beach days, the general slothing. Oh no no no, there's no such thing as a holiday when you're a parent. Suddenly my role as team leader meant I no longer sit on my ass whilst watching my Mum run around like a headless chook all day. Suddenly I am the headless chook. The headless chook with one baby chick ruffling my feathers, one on my nipple, and one cock expecting his belly full & washing done. (Complete coincidence that the male chicken is called a cock, I do however appreciate this, a lot).
So the week was busy, we had extras here majority of the time, also cocks, and they just didn't have the same understanding as us hens do. There was a lot of mess, and mess makes me nervous, so therefore I also spent a lot of time cleaning. Christmas cleaning just doesn't have the same ring to it does it?
Despite the chaos, I did enjoy a couple of delicious bottles of champas;
Which helped to ease the stress. And the kids were spoilt rotten by a certain spunky Santa;
Oh, I nearly forgot, it was Santas birthday on the 23rd too;
His big day had all the right ingredients to be a fantastic one, until it turned out one of the ingredients was off and birthday boy caught a case of food poisoning... (Every fricken time right?)
So old Santa got slightly skinnier this week, but he's feeling much healthier today (thank goodness as I was well & truly over hearing the melodramatic man whinge)
To be honest, I was relieved when I arose this morning to find Oli getting ready for work. I thrive off routine, and after that tiring week with far too many indulgences, I was more than ready to go to the gym & eat some greens. Shit it was good to get sweaty.
Oli will have a few more days off as we see in the new year, and I'll likely slip back into holiday mode again, however I think I'm going to at least try to keep some healthy balance over that period. Too much crap, and not enough exercise just does not go down well with this old mother hen.
Well, I guess it's nearly about that time where we all bust out the old pen & pad for the resolutions eh?? Hmmmm, i'm not sure I'll actually have any resolutions this year, isn't life stressful enough without all that added pressure? I'm thinking if I just get to marry my incredibly handsome best friend, and watch my incredibly cute kids sprout, I'll be one incredibly lucky woman (I always go to write girl instead of woman, but I think girl would be pushing it these days, ugh how depressing).
Anywho, I hope you all have a wonderfully magical & safe New Years! I'll catch you kids in 2015.
Two thousand & fifteen. Wow.
Gemma
Thought of the day "the chances of me making it to the countdown this year are slim to none"
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