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| A local church, last Christmas. How much forward planning do you think this involved? |
I'm feeling a little discombobulated at the moment. There has been an endless round of school liturgy's, dance recitals, christmas picnics, carol nights, graduation events. Christmas cards & candy canes for the class. Teacher presents. Drinks with friends, catch ups.
And today is only the 2nd of December. Mr BC & I are yet to finalise the family trip to Sydney this weekend (yes, we leave tommorow), let alone our trip to Jindabyne for Christmas. I am only almost a quarter of the way through Christmas shopping, with stacks left to do.
Today is my day to start on the handmade christmas presents I have planned, but instead I am wandering vaguely around the blogisphere, procrastinating. Listening to The Gentleman & his friend enjoy their first day of the holidays. Trying not to intervene too much, only when it sounds like something is going to get broken.
I posted a little while ago about my well developed time managemant skills (lets be honest, it was a rant) & I feel that they have suddenly deserted me. Tsk, such a fraud!
Maybe there has been a bit of overkill, too much before we even get to December, to make me feel a bit disconnected...surely I can't have Christmas Burnout already? Time seems to speed up at the end of the calendar year, & when time is going this fast it stops you from noticing the moments of familial choas. I love those moments, they keep me grounded. Keep me connected.
Recent Chaos Moments that
- Having to oversee the fair allocation of weaponry between my sons. When I mentioned to Mr BC that I never expected to be doing this as part of parenthood, he smirked & said "Well, welcome to Mrs BCs House of Chaos" Smug bastard.
- Monkeyboy's insistance that he is now & forevermore Puss in Boots.
- The Gentleman explaining to me that a (smallish) car stopped to let us through a crossing because "You are bigger than that car, Mum!" Thanks Darling!
- The discovery that it's not eating baked goods that keeps me sane, it's baking them. Booya!
- Running to our cars with about 2000 other primary school children, their parents, grandparents, siblings & teachers while the rain bucketed down in a biblical fashion. This was after Christmas Carols held on the evening of the last day of school. The same Christmas Carols where the stage curtain wiped out the principal & his lecturn, to loud applause.
Mrs BC
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