WHAT POSSESSED ME??????
My house looks like a consignment shop. In a fit of totally unreasonable enthusiasm, I decided that, as Advent starts on Sunday, it would be a good time to amass the Christmas and winter boxes. And blanket and cushions and gifts and candles and EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN.
One does need to find the Advent wreath.
I have no idea. Well, my sister started doing her house yesterday but she has an excuse in that she goes back to work after the annual "Let's check the state of the cables for the cableways on the mountain" month so that made sense for her. For me, it makes no sense. I just like to keep up with the sister.
So my house looks too dreadful for words, because I have now run out of energy. There was aquazumba today, remember, and that always knocks me for six. Let me just say that the son in residence did the amassing of boxes and I simply provided the meltdown when I saw the chaos in the lounge.
I do not do well when I have a lounge in chaos. If there is one room in the house which I really really need to have some order in, it is the living room. The place people see when they happen to walk in the door.
Right now, I will be attaching all available arms and legs to said door if the bell rings, and barring entry. I do like to be welcoming.
And I don't know where all the brown cushion covers are. I hope they are somewhere. I need the brown cushion covers. Hmmm.
Right. I need coffee. I also need to conjure up something for supper soon as I forgot to defrost anything this morning. Baked potatoes, I think..... they will take an hour or so to cook. Yep. That will have to do.
Day 22: Today, I am thankful for a strong son who carries and climbs and stacks heavy things with ease when his mother decides to re-arrange the planet. Long-suffering are words which spring to mind. He is also a star.