I went to bed with a bad headache last night. Early this morning i was dreaming that we were being evicted, that i’d found out via the builders currently footering about outside our house. I sleep yelled a lot at them. Then i had one of those sleep-awake dreams where i dreamt i made myself get out of bed to go down and screech at Max for something i already knew was pissy before i even started. I even knew i was being unreasonable in my dream.
How funny to have PMT (MT?) that starts before you even wake up 😆
Oh well, at least it gave me enough self-awareness not to screech at the children for everything, so i’ve been very well behaved.
I completely failed to understand the pyramid tree instructions in the Usborne Christmas Art book – if anyones got it, please have a go and reassure me – i’m sure it was very badly explained! We’ve made frilly paper streamers, been to Tesco, bought Daddy a Christmas present, baked endless gingerbread shapes, done yet more parcels (will they never stop?) and generally managed to have a fairly respectable day.
Ended with another story from the Usborne Book of Christmas Stories, one by Alison Uttley. I’ve never read ANYTHING by her, i must remedy that. WEe’ve also managed to have lots of cuddles and snuggles, arranged for Amelie’s little nursery mate to come and visit while i talk HE to her mum 😆 and met up with my first ever friend in Peterborough.
Feel like the past is catching up with me a bit at the moment; T’s mum was my second friend here, Cathy was my first next door neighbour and helped me out through those first tricky months of motherbhood. I didn’t make the most of her really but when we met today we quite literally fell into one anothers arms. It was so great to see her again.
Right – final assembly of the cards now – i’m nearly there!
Max has supplied food, sympathy and alcohol… i’m erm.. very pleasantly Merry… to coin a phrase 😉