It feels a little like a tornado hurtled through the house and then thought "I have a great idea...I'll go back and just stay at Bob's today, and we'll see what happens". The tornado rotated lazily all day, with the worrying prospect that it could at any moment explode to full velocity...but it didn't happen. By 10pm, it had all but petered out and 3 tired kids fell in frazzled heaps into their beds.
Christmas eve night was a different story. Bob woke at 1am with acute onset of the Screaming Heebeejeebies (that's a real diease people...I didn't spend three years at nursing college for nothing) ...and my usual remedy of administering the prescribed amount of 3am Dora the Explorer was off the table as we were expecting a visit from Santy into the very room that the dvd player sits. Much dramatics, and many woken children, later we resolved the problem with an ingenious game of Musical Beds in which bodies were strewn across our bedrooms like the aftermath of a tsunami. Bob and Toad no.2 were at one stage in our bed, and sleeping with Toad no.2 is like being battered by a human windmill on acid. For a child of sparrow-like proportions, she can pack a surprising punch.
Eventually, calm was restored, small people slept...and Santy came and made everyone very happy.
Much industrial strength coffee was consumed, a fabulous dinner was cooked by head chef James and all was well, rumbling tornados aside.
OK, enough already with the meterology....today I am enjoying the Survivor High (again, a real medical condition) and I'm even looking forward to clearing up the flotsam and jetsam (for the love of God would somebody please stop me???...there's only so far you can stretch a metaphor).
Enjoy the deep sense calm you can only experience after a storm (hey, it's my blog and I can overcook a metaphor if I want to) and give yourself a "day off" medal for surviving with style.
lol @ metaphor, think you should write the next 'pirate language' for FB!! Glad it went well though, musical beds aside:) Jen
ReplyDeleteOh I no how u felt Xmas eve. There must of been something in the air that night. We had to turn on donald duck between 11-3am. And sneakily put presents together in kitchen......musical beds sounds fun tho......Glad Xmas day went well......fab blog xx
ReplyDeleteWell Jeanie our Xmas eve consisted of neighbours setting off fireworks just as our two had climbed into bed which freaked them out no end and it took much persuasion to get them to go asleep, I swear to god if I find out who did it the dogs excretement will conveniently find itself on their doorstep!!! We also had musical beds at four O'Clock, I ended up in the guest bed with Kyle and left Lauren in my bed as four was too crowded lol. Glad you survived the storm and sailed through to the other side. xxxx
ReplyDeletenothing wrong with a bit of metaphor stretching to work off the Holiday flab.
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Great metaphor post Jean!! Made me laugh! It's your blog....your way!
ReplyDeleteOur Windmill on acid has lost some of his bed sleeping punches. It would seem it weakens as they got older and at 10 years of age I get to keep my share of the bed clothes. For the whole night! Then again, a 10 year old should probably be sleeping in his own bed. In a perfect world that is! Thankfully, we Jazzys don't live in that world!
Glad you survived....Happy New Year to all on Planet Outreach. xx The Jazzys
Thank you everyone for your comments...Christmas IS mental, isn't it?? or is it just me?? xxx
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