No really, things are going well. Sure, my husband has been away for weeks on end, I’ve had the mother of all stubborn head colds – you know the kind where your skin and hair follicles weep when touched – and a Bubonic Plague type flu has molested everyone else in our house Grim Reaper style, but…things are getting done.
I have made more than a dent in the Christmas shopping. Of course there’s way too much for one and not enough for another, but still, achieving, and…I’ve wrapped pretty much everything I’ve purchased so far. Oh, I said it. Oh yes I di-id.
I’ve already mailed my parcels overseas (at least a month early for me – yes, they usually get there in January provided I’m ‘on the ball’) and I even managed to throw a few lights up on the house front. Well, two mini trees, some sparkly snowflakes and a couple of LED wrapped urns to be exact.
I’ve been giving my dining room a facelift and we’re finally (after more than two long years) filling what I have affectionately dubbed the exposed beam and insulation display room upstairs with stuff to make it, well, you know, a bathroom once again. We’re doing all of this now, after waiting all this time because right before Christmas is the perfect moment to start big projects, make an enormous mess and spend even more money, yes? No. But it’s all happening, regardless.
Extra stress and every spare moment spoken for aside, it is awesome to be accomplishing so many things. After all, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and at the risk of sounding all too presumptuous, I will live to see another tomorrow.
(Please excuse my shoddy snaps ~ a photographer I am not!)