Today is quite possibly the most Mondayish Wednesday in the history of the world ever. The youngest two went back to school this morning and man alive did getting up in the dark hurt. Even the kitten refused to get up and took herself back off to bed. I would have given anything to have this whole week off. I really wish that we could pinch a week from summer and make this Christmas holiday a full three weeks. Ugh.
Mine finished school on 15th December which at the time felt really early. It was good because that awful end of term exhaustion hadn’t quite kicked in despite all the school stuff being squished into those first two weeks of December. But when they broke up, Christmas still felt like an awful long way away. I had visions of us enjoying lots of cosy days at home watching Christmas films and cracking open the Quality Street. But the week actually flew by and as well as the cosy stuff, they also had the pleasure of traipsing around with me to do all exciting last minute stuff like posting cards and queueing for the turkey. I know how to spoil them.
Of course after a week of the children being at home, the house that I had tidied within an inch of its life before they broke up from school was an absolute flea pit. I might have been organised so far as the shopping and food and everything else was concerned and we had such a lovely Christmassy week off but the house… ohmygodfathers the house. I swear I live with five of the messiest people on earth. So I spent Christmas Eve Eve blitzing the whole house from top to bottom. Joy of joys. I love Christmas I really do but I must admit that the pressure of keeping the house ‘guest ready’ rather than in our usual ‘oh it will do’ state is probably the hardest thing of all! Ha!
Christmas itself was lovely though. I think it can be quite tricky to get that balance of seeing everyone over that week as well as spending proper time together as a little (big!) family. Mr Mostly’s parents moved back to the UK this year making it their first Christmas here in fifteen years so it was really important to make it special for them as well as finding the time to see my family too. I think we just about did it. My parents came to visit us on Christmas Eve then later my sister came. On Christmas Day the in-laws came to us then Boxing Day was spent with my mum and extended family. My Dad came to see us on one of the inbetweeny days (I couldn’t tell you which!) A party at my Mum’s on the Friday was sadly cancelled because of the snow but we have rearranged it for another time so that will be nice.
On New Year’s Eve we left the teenagers to babysit and went out with my parents and sisters to a fancy bash in the afternoon which was just fantastic. We don’t normally celebrate New Year, it is just too much hassle. But this meant that we got sink champagne and sing Auld Lang Syne at four in the afternoon then be home in time for the teenagers to go out and party while we watched Jools Holland in our slippers. We were sober by the time the clock struck twelve which meant no hangover when we went to see the in-laws on New Year’s Day for the last buffet of the season. Hoorah! The same couldn’t be said of the teenagers who (understandably) didn’t actually make it to the lunchtime buffet. In fact, I haven’t seen my son since New Year’s Eve but his texts suggest that he is still alive. Oh to be nineteen again, eh? Actually scrap that, I wouldn’t be nineteen again for all the hangover cures in the world! Ha!
The day when the kids go back to school after Christmas is always one of the most miserable days of the year for me. To try to ease the pain I intended to do nothing other than survive the school run then come home and hide under a blanket. The plan was to cling on to Christmas for as long as I could. But when I got back this morning I thought I would try to find a home for their new Lego before I hibernated and that somehow turned into me tidying away the whole of Christmas. My house hasn’t looked as tidy in weeks. If not months. And do you know what? It feels good to be starting January with a quite literal clean slate.