Lacking Christmas Spirit

I love Christmas. However, this year December has got off to a rocky start I am seriously lacking Christmas spirit.  Nothing serious just a combination of heavy work loads for the husband and I, house renovations going on longer then we had planned, my poor Mum being in and out of hospital, long periods apart from the husband due to said heavy work loads and most recently, a bout of tonsillitis for me.

Again, I would like to take a moment to praise single parents. I take my hat off to you. I have no idea how you do it.

It doesn’t sound like much but all put together, it’s been rather challenging. Especially as B spends a great deal of time with my Mum and therefore, we lost our ‘babysitter’, of which she is so much more but you know what I mean.

Living in a messy house is also extremely stressful. We could do with more space at the best of times but even more so when the kitchen hasn’t been fully functioning.

Nothing says Merry Christmas like a hospital visit

As a result of all of the above, the spirit of Christmas has been delayed in our house and boy, do I feel guilty about it. Regular scrolls through Instagram and Twitter from the last weekend in November until now have revealed Christmas tress being erected, thoughtful advent ideas being executed, wonderful family Christmas days out and lots of excited children involved in the early Christmas festivities.

On the 30th November, I realised that I hadn’t got B an advent calendar! I then realised that the ‘Christmas box’ was in the loft and therefore not reachable as my husband was away. I hate to be stereotypical, but I don’t go up there. There are spiders. End of.

So come December 1st, just me and B at home, I simply pretended it wasn’t December. Ah, another parenting win.

However, we now plan to make up for lost time. Damn it, this will be a magical Christmas. I have started reading ‘The Night Before Christmas’ to him at bedtime. B and I have lengthy discussions about Father Christmas. Mainly about what B wants to leave him on Christmas Eve; a glass of water, a cappuccino and a pie with mince in it.

I pulled together a rather genius Lego based cracker advent calendar which is going down a storm (post to come on that) and we have started listening the audio book of The Snowman in the car. All good until it gets to the song and I can’t contain myself. B told me ‘It’s hurting my ears Mumma’ accompanied by this face…..

I tried to get him to watch Home Alone but realised that at 3.5yrs old it was probably a bit ambitious and annoyingly, he prefers Jingle Bells sung by children to the Michael Bubble Christmas album. But hey, there is still time. Husband arrived back this evening and we are planning some festive days out as a family this week with his jet lagged self in tow! Stating this weekend, with a visit to see the big man himself. (Santa obviously!)

There are times when work has to take a back seat, hard when you are shelf employed but I am ready to make that time next week.

Merry Christmas everyone!

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