This Christmas was hard, really hard. I’d wanted to celebrate Gus’s first Christmas in style, but nothing went to plan. I was exhausted from the never ending roller coaster ride that was Christmas in reception class for Herbie, with Superhero Dress Up Day, three Nativity performances (two in one day), a Christmas Fair for which… Continue reading Christmas stress
Out the other side is very much how I feel heading into the New Year. Being pregnant at Christmas made me feel a huge pressure to feel happy and upbeat when sometimes I felt scared and uncertain. Because everything shuts down – it also made me feel vulnerable in case anything happened. Like being adrift… Continue reading Out the other side
This Christmas Eve, despite our best efforts, husband got mildly pissed at a friend’s gathering, which in returning home led to a slow descent into cantankerous intolerance as we tried to get our three-year-old to bed amidst tears, protestations and threats of no presents if he didn’t go to sleep. He was still up, faffing… Continue reading ‘Twas the night before Christmas…and all went to pot
“Where art thou, Mother Christmas? I only wish I knew Why Father should get all the praise And no one mentions you.” Roald Dahl had it about right when he wrote the above. This year, I made Herbie a special postbox from an old Cheeseballs container, covered it with red card, cut a letterbox in… Continue reading Mother Christmas gets a raw deal
My Beautiful Diary of the Amazingly Mundane 