I have not cleaned, tidied, wrapped, or sorted. I have been sewing. I ate egg and bacon for lunch because it was quick and easy, and I went to church this morning, even though there was a hard frost last night and everything was sheet ice. My achievement for the day was not falling. I lead such an exciting life.
I need to sort out when I am off to Switzerland too, and when I am returning. The brain is fried. You know that feeling where it is all just "too hard" and you want to be beamed up and plonked down somewhere without having to do anything about the getting there, the packing, the tickets and all the rest? Yes. That would be me right now.
I need to go and see my children down south. Unfortunately that does not include the one further south, down there at the bottom right hand corner of the earth. Sigh. I wish it did. And before I do that, I need to have all the presents sorted and wrapped and ready. And I have nothing ready. I am a BAD mother.
The Christmas spirit is sadly lacking in the Casa de la Rocking Chair at the moment. Sorry about that. In all honesty, I am weary. I just don't want to do any sorting or making things happen any more. I want a magic wand. Now would be good.
But Mothers cannot go on strike, or the world would cease turning. I have a list of pending things which would make the strongest of us weep and wail and gnash their teeth. And it would be so much easier to just sling everything in the car and set off but that won't happen because, as I have only managed to drive 10 miles so far, 1000 miles is a little too far at this moment. 990 miles too far, to be exact. Sort of. Round about. Roughly. Normally this would be a doddle. Bigger sigh.
So I had better go and sort the wrapping paper out. And actually wrap some things. And book flights. And remember physio tomorrow at dawn. And do an Amazon order (which is reasonable and NOT the £162.37 worth of goods I popped in my virtual basket a couple of night ago in a frenzy of excitement). And do the washing. And re-insert the wire innards of my underwear which saw fit to leave their designated homes. And vacuum. And find SOMETHING Christmassy to brighten up the abode.
Hey people, a knight on a white charger would be good about now.