It's frightening how quickly Christmas is coming. I've got sewing to do peeps, and I haven't even started. I've got presents to buy. I've got reindeer poo to make. I've got lists to source. I've got things to do. Places to be. A beard to grow (ok, perhaps I won't go that far). I've got a hot date with a gingerbread house coming up soon. I've got the house to decorate. I've got to ho-ho-ho and hurry up.
I'm pleased the weekend is over. Another one I wished away. You might think I'm crazy. But you may have also forgotten that I live with my in-laws. Yep. Three years + 10 months. Not that I'm counting (or hitting my head against the wall). Not much anyway.
So today, perhaps I'm meant to be doing something else. But for me, I need some therapy, and today - thankfully, it comes cheap. Today it comes in the form of cutting out more pyjama pants (soon the Doctor is going to have more size 4 pyjama pants than there are days in a year), and getting ready to embroider something special for someone special for a special day this year. Read: Christmas Day.
Tiny is on the verge of an ear infection. I've got the antibiotics if it flares up. The Doctor has a cold. And me, I get the mandatory sore throat that seems to creep up when everyone else is sick and I'm running around looking after them. Bah humbug!
Hoorah for my sewing class tonight.
