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It soon to be the merry time of year, also the busiest and most stressful month or two of our lives. we need to plan it all and for everything to go well. That is as well as surviving day to day life and keeping up with all the ridiculous shit we already cant. 

I am ahead of the game this year! I am admitting failure in advance. However I am not even sad about it at all. Its like this perfectly imperfect life we live. Its like that book I accidentally wrote. (Yes I will never stop talking about it until it takes over the nation) Its full of spelling mistakes and seriously questionable grammar (much like this post) however I adore it in a cringe way. The way you see your kids cover in snot and shit, yet you still cant seem to not love them. Perfectly filthy. 

You can try and correct my grammar and utter nonsense, but its too late for me to give a damn. My main focus in life is to remember to shower daily and write a list of other stuff that I might require for survival for that day. Most of the time, I load my car with “potential items” only to have to take them out 3 weeks later. Even then I only do it because there is usually a rotten piece of food in the car that needs taken care of after I find it. 

Chaos reins in our life just now. Its beyond belief and finding 5 minutes of free time is bliss. Its not that we didn’t want any of it, in fact I organized it all. I changed jobs, and got the kids into groups they wanted and planned our life to a T. It hangs on a nice balance that works for us as long as we don’t have to rely on anyone else, or visit people. Its just there is not much room for anything else and I have some really fabulous people around that I would love to make more time for, but there always ends this nagging feeling of cost. Cost of time, resources, and sanity. (Resources is a bit extravagant, its the cost of coffee/tea and cake, my fab friends also drink a shit ton of it and I must have cake with visitors!) 

I have had some fabulous visitors. One of which being our new nephew and beautiful niece. We also visited them the week before and had a beast. It was never going to be easy as a day trip flying to the other end of the uk and back but being delayed before we even set off was a little kick in the teeth. This did mean however I got sit with my Gran people watching and eating bacon sannys she had made. That was fabulous.

I also made up for the lost time and stayed up late stealing my already sleep deprived sisters precious time and of course she was not worried. She values time as do I and it was precious. I got to love her kids and family for a whole day with no one else in my head! This caused me to relax luckily or rather unluckily. It meant that I was too chill and left Shauns car keys at her house before trying to fly home. Being the smart human she is, she suggested posting them. I agreed after thinking I would have to drive back 10 hours to her house to get them. 

I started a nice wee saga of trying to get home and get Shauns car back from the airport. It was fine, I didn’t deal with it. I left an ominous voice message on Shauns phone before takeoff and fixed it all. He even paid the extra fee for parking his car longer. This was also not that funny, but after wanting to cry, I laughed a lot and then walked away as if nothing happened.   

I only know my sanity suffers because I find myself laughing at non-comical events. For example, a little yellow bird shat in my hand, and then seemed to watch me from the roof to see my reaction. See, not funny, but I chuckled away to myself. I also found a brand new hairbrush in my bathroom cupboard. Tags and all. I laughed so much, because of the ridiculous faith I had that I would actually need it one day. (Im bald, or pretty much bald incase you haven’t yet been blessed with my beautifully shaped head.) Even my relationship with my hair is complex. 

I don’t have that much to moan about in my life really. Its busy, but nothing terrible has happened recently that I can remember anyway. In fact we even got 2 more kittens, because our kids are too old to be poop on the floor now. So, you know we didn’t want to miss out on that extra cleaning everyday. 

I have no more words for now. They are gone, along with my memory. So if you need anything from me, please write a note or 2 and stick them to my ass!  

I hope you all survive December and actually find the joy in the season, it can be truly lovely unless you want it to be perfect, then you are stuffed.