Now, I’m not making any promises and must forewarn that I am the type of person who carries all the best intentions in sticking with commitments and then usually burns out from all the stress and impractical expectations. But… for the sake of hope and optimism… I am happy to announce that I shall be partaking in Blogmas this year!
Completely sporadic decision, probably completely unattainable too (note: I am literally writing this down to the wire of 10.30pm due to a busy day being a working mum!), but I would really like to try and get a post out every day. Partly to grab a sense of achievement for doing it, partly to see if I can do it and mostly because I think it would help in getting the festive juices going! I’m really looking forward to it!
Today’s post is all about our Christmas tree! Every year I have this lovely vision about how things are going to go when putting up the tree (in fact I even wrote a post about it here this time last year) and yet again, my idyllic musings never came to pass.
PB hurriedly hauled the slightly damp and cobweb encrusted boxes and bags of Christmas decorations in from our outside storage before dashing out to the door to do a food shop with BB in tow, and I sifted through them briefly enough to notice that our lights had gone missing, before typing a hurried reminder to PB to pick up 100+ plain white twinkle lights and legging it out of the door to work.
That was two days ago.
So, today, I made the decision to tackle the whole tree decorating task by myself whilst PB was on a day shift… complete with a bump, 18 month old toddler and 2 cats as company. My first discovery was that PB had brought back one pack of 100 pure white lights and one pack of 100 multicoloured lights from the supermarket. Which I wholeheartedly embrace because, hey, they’re just lights right? Pregnancy hormones (and a slight tendency towards perfectionism!) may have made me start to panic a little bit about not having matching lights, but when I discovered the toddler trying to eat them whilst rolling a handful of baubles across the room, I suddenly realised it was the least of my worries. And, ultimately, I have a home, a family and the means to have a lovely Christmas complete with tree. Who cares about lights that don’t match?!
My background soundtrack whilst I tried to whimsically hang each beloved ornament was the reel of programmes on the Cbeebies channel, mostly because I was trying to distract the toddler from eating the tree and it’s ornaments as much as possible. Bing Crosby eat ya heart out!
Half of our decorations are actually missing… consequences of moving house back in February. I’m sure they’re somewhere… more than likely hiding in the same place that the lights can be found in. Again, this is probably a blessing in disguise as it minimises the amount of fodder that can be consumed by BB.
I also bought some stickers this year, consisting of a lovely collection of snowflakes and gold stars that can be stuck to windows or walls to add that special festive quality to a room. All was going well, and I was happily sticking my snowflakes and stars onto our ground floor living room window… before suddenly realising that 1) I was still in my tatty pyjamas because my nice ones were in the tumble dryer.. and I wasn’t wearing a bra! 2) I had peacock hair and the remnants of the day before’s eye make up smeared across my face and 3) my bump is now too big for aforementioned pyjamas and therefore was naked, exposed and pressing up against the cold glass window pane! I hurriedly stuck the last stickers in place before quickly withdrawing back into the room and drawing the curtains so forcefully that I almost pulled them down. Please God/Santa/Christmas Elf/whoever is in charge of fate in December… please don’t let any of the neighbours have seen me!
But, despite not being the most predictable of mornings with perhaps the odd questionable bit here and there… I am actually proud of my efforts and pleased that I managed to get things finished. Seeing BB’s eyes light up at the sight of all the colours, twinkles and baubles (insert the word obsessed here!) was more magical than any ideal scenario that I could have imagined. I learnt that I usually put so much pressure on reaching perfection in situations like this, that it actually results in the opposite type of experience. Today, I embraced odd lights, a toddler taking off tree ornaments as quickly as I could hang them and at one point even the cats got involved and knocked down an entire box of tinsel. It was fun, and I am in love with our tree… in all its odd and colourful glory!
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