Day Light Savings. Changeover. Sleeping shifts for kids. Curtains fading faster (hahahahaha). Summer night walks to get the kids chocolate frogs. Gardening after the kids go to bed. Mozzies. Home made cocktails. A bottle of Stella and a salad with beetroot and croutons. Drowning in sweat under the lights over my sewing machines.
Time.
Where does it go? Suddenly it has been 10 years since high school ended, I’ve been married for half a decade and my eldest baby is on the cusp of primary school.
Worse still. Christmas is coming. AGAIN. Didn’t we just do that one? A long hauling of pregnant belly and children to an island off an island off an island. Taxis, plane, hire car, ferry, white Christmas (snow and hail nearby) and the queerest holiday house ever.
This year there are 3 children, NO pregnant belly (YAHOO!) and no stupid idiotic plans to stick any number of us on planes, trains or boats.
But, we have gifting rules which state this year, gifts will be made from things we already have in the house, or that can be consumed. I made those rules up. They sounded really simple at the time, and gave me one of those calm, cocky feelings.
As a gentle reminder I whacked a countdown application on my facebook profile. That was 40 days ago. How much Christmas prep has gone on? Zilch. Except for the ham-roasted-in-stout recipe.
But I did get some energy efficient LED star lights to hang on the house. Does that count as Christmas? And I know when the Child Care Santa thing is on. And Nikki and I might have discussed going to the local carols again this year. We might not have discussed it actually.
Shockingly, I’m quite off shopping at the moment. The thought of mucking about buying stuff makes me feel sick. But the thought of the speed at which my 29th Christmas approaches makes me sicker still.
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