T'is the Season

Things are really starting to get hectic. My diary is filling up with all sorts of stuff, birthday parties, end of year parties, Christmas present shopping, sitting up till Stupid O’Clock putting together Lego constructions, dinner with friends – because everyone has to catch up before Christmas – as well as dealing with new baby, two “tired” school aged children and a husband who doesn’t “want anything” for Christmas.

It’s really starting to take it’s toll. We’re tired. We’re grumpy. We’re hardly ever at home.

The entire household is feeling it.

Even the washing basket could take no more and threw itself off the top step, spillings its guts everywhere …

Washing Basket Suicide

(That must have been what happened, because no one else in the house will own up to putting it there.)

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