So, as usual, Christmas takes weeks to prepare, a day to (or two) to actually enjoy (if you call mind numbing exhaustion and tiny people so hopped up on sugar and excitement that they literally drive you out of your everloving mind, enjoyable) and then weeks from which to recover. There's the process of putting away newly acquired gifts...meaning, oh crap, there's enough room to put away all of Cassidy's new toys, so long as she doesn't want to actually spend any time in her bedroom. The process of removing said gifts from the completely ridiculous packaging. Did you know they sew Barbie's hair to the box? It's true. Plus, there are all these little wires attaching her and all of her accoutrement to the cardboard, and they've been taped in place and wound up...Very sadistic people, those toy packagers. Nothing like a seven year old whining in your ear while you spend 30 minutes getting a single toy out of a box. Makes me want to poke my eyes out with a sharp stick...
So, given all that...who the hell has the freaking time to do things like laundry, and dishes and vacuuming that don't simply go away because it's Christmas. If anything, Christmas actually makes the chores mushroom into tasks that seem to take eight times as long as they normally do. And my fucking animals won't stop shedding, so if I don't vacuum every three days or so, we all have to move out because you can't breathe for all the pet hair in the air...
That said...we had a very Merry Xmas here in the magical land of Laura QofU. There were ginger bread houses and presents and happy children just about everywhere you looked. Plus my whole family crowding around the latest baby (Hayley, a chubby little thing who has just learned to smile and stick her fist in her mouth) while the other children get along quite harmoniously.
Hmmm...so now it's time to take down the damn tree, put all the decorations back into storage and try to reclaim my house from the creeping laundry monster.
No comments:
Post a Comment