Jan 05, 2011 20:00
I am postponing taking down the Christmas tree. This year we have been extremely pleased with the festive awesomeness of our small misshapen real treeinapot. I was doubtful it would survive its trip indoors, but it seems to be thriving, even while covered in enough lights to decorate a 7 foot tree. We have sheep, and frogs, and hideous coloured baubles, and some eggs, and bees and stars and ladybirds and just listing our ornaments makes me happy. See? I really don't want to take it down. I do know that I will love the space once it's come down and everything is back in the box though, so this week down they must come.
I have always been terrible at keeping the house clean and tidy, but sharing our living space with a tiny whirlwind and all of her toys has made me really really love and want to fight for some tidy space. Not that I didn't appreciate and like the clean before, just it didn't matter so much. Now I fear that unless I tidy regularly the tidal wave of duplo, sticklebricks and soft toys might overwhelm us completely, and that tidying includes all the books, and maybe running the hoover round, because dear lord, the dust bunnies! They're mahoosive.
I fear I may be gone some time, but I go to establish a tiny foothold in the mountain of our STUFF.
PS Giant gingerbread octopi are extremely tasty, and you can also make them terrorise tiny gingerbread men in an amusing way.
me,
house,
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