This year, my Christmas gift to myself is making time to actually enjoy it! I don’t know what it is about this time of year, but it brings out an overwhelming nesting instinct in me. Previous years have seen me spend the run up to Christmas having a new kitchen fitted, because that isn’t stressful at all is it? Or there was the year when I thought I would just touch up the paintwork in the hall and ended up glossing the whole house because every bit of woodwork in the entire house is connected somehow. Top tip: A whole raw onion chopped in half and left in the room magically makes paint smells disappear if you are planning on any ridiculously non-essential DIY paint jobs hours before your guests arrive for Christmas. I may or may not have learnt this after hysterically tweeting something along the lines of HOW DO I STOP MY HOUSE FROM STINKING OF PAINT?!? #HELP Good old Twitter. But I am determined that I will not WILL NOT set myself the most impossible tasks and if you catch me tweeting so much about moving any furniture about other than the annual where the hell are we going to put the
three Christmas tree s this year shift around, please stop me.
No, this year I am going to enjoy the run up to Christmas. I’m not talking about running away to a luxury spa for a month while delegating all the work to the elves. Although that does sound like a rather good idea. No, it’s about the simple things. Experience has taught me that the weeks of December are in fact the shortest weeks of the year. Fact. But why shouldn’t I make some time for me before the children break up? Somewhere in between the planning, the shopping, the preparing, the synchronising of diaries, the wrapping, the squirrelling away, the decorating, the food, the parties, the making sure that everybody is where they should be, the carol concerts and the visiting of everybody that is.
I want to read A Christmas Carol. I promise myself that I will read it every year and never do but this year I will. I want to have a ridiculously long bubble bath until the water goes cold with nothing but The Nutcracker for company. I have downloaded my ancient CD to my iPhone in readiness. It will happen. I won’t wait until Christmas itself before lighting my Merry Marshmallow candle. I’ve lit the bugger already and plan to enjoy it for the whole of the month. Hell, if it runs out before the big day I might even treat myself to another one. Rock. And. Roll. And I want to tick all of these little things and more off my very own To Do List before that last week of term where I am never away from school. Not that I don’t enjoy that bit of course. I do. I plan to watch the nativities in duplicate this year just because I can.
I am determined that I will not be that put upon mother who collapses in a heap come Christmas Day. Surely if Christmas is feeling stressful then you’re doing it all wrong? A stress free happy run up to Christmas. Yes. That’s what I’m having this year. Happy Christmas with love from me to me. Who’s with me?