Once again it seems that December has snuck up on me with the realisation that Christmas is around the corner and I’m hopelessly disorganised yet again. The fabric for the home made advent calendar is still in a bag in the deepest darkest recesses of the ‘study’ (as we optimistically call it – junk room is more accurate) – despite my best intentions, somehow I never quite found the time to put it together. I’ll make it next Christmas – if I ever manage to find the bag again.
I started the pre-Christmas decluttering and managed to tidy one cupboard before my enthusiasm for the task disappeared entirely. I look around the clutter that somehow needs to be tidied away in the next three and a bit weeks and feel like I am preparing to scale Everest. I suspect I might just end up shoving it into the study, shutting the door on it whilst making a mental note to add ‘sort out the study’ to my New Years’ resolutions.
My social media feeds are full of pictures of beautiful homes with their Christmas trees already up and gorgeously decorated. I’m wondering where I can clear enough space to put ours up and whether I can make it suitably Sophie-proof. We don’t have a beautiful colour theme – in all honesty our tree will probably look like someone just haphazardly threw a mish-mash of coloured baubles at it.
We’re hosting Christmas Day and I’m already trying not to stress out at the thought of cooking dinner. I’m praying that I can get a delivery slot as the thought of going food shopping a day or two before Christmas with two little ones in tow is the stuff of nightmares.
I haven’t written any cards yet and suspect that the last posting dates will coincide with my announcement on social media that I’m donating to charity instead of sending cards this year and will be wishing my friends a Merry Christmas via Facebook. Although having gone to the effort of getting the photo done for this year’s cards, I should at least do a few for close friends and family.
There’s presents to buy, presents to wrap, decorations to dig out, food to buy, cards to write, so much to organise. If I think about it all, I’ll start to get overwhelmed. But then I remember that my children don’t care if my tree is colour-coordinated or if my Christmas pudding is home-made or shop-bought (they’ll probably reject it either way!). To them, Christmas is magical, because there are twinkly lights, and wrapped presents, stockings in their cot on Christmas morning and toys to play with. We’ll have time together as a family, quality time. That’s what really matters on Christmas Day.