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’tis the season and all that humbug
By hissychick | December 12, 2008
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, or so the song goes. All around me are festive souls busily wrapping thoughtfully selected gifts, sending out touching messages and gorgeous pictures of their impeccably dressed children to numerous friends and relatives, whipping up tasty treats by the dozen in the kitchen.
And then there's me.
My shopping thus far has consisted mostly of a few frantic clicks of the mouse and an hour's speed shopping in a mere two stores after I serendipitously fluked a parents with pram parking spot this morning at our nearest major shopping centre while A is at daycare and E was happy to amuse herself with a free balloon (BAALOOON!!! BAALOON!!) and a large supply of arrowroot bikkies.
All gifts will be popped into $2 bags with the exception of a few poorly wrapped bits and pieces for the kids who care more about the sound of ripping paper than aesthetic appeal.
On Christmas Eve I will get the guilts and send a group email with a photo of the kids in which at least one child will have hair hanging in their eyes/ eyes shut/a scowl or tears/ mismatched clothing.
My festive food preparation has thus far consisted of a hastily thrown together fruit platter for yesterday's mother's group party, and silly me didn't even include any vodka laced watermelon for those who were alternating between mad sprints to prevent certain toddlers from jumping off decks/plunging down stairs/ripping down Christmas decorations and rocking in a foetal position in the corner trying to block out the wall of noise emanating from a large group of sugar hyped almost four year olds (i.e. me).
Don't get me wrong. I love Christmas when it comes to the kids, their buzz of excitement and anticipation is rather infectious and all the silly yet clever questions about Santa that I am inundated with four thousand times a day are rather amusing.
It's the underlying pressure that gets to me, that little voice of guilt reminding me that I should be doing everything with a greater degree and skill and enthusiasm than I can muster.
Oh fuck it. Martha Stewart I am not, nor was I one of those little girls obsessed with making the title pages of their school books all pretty and sparkly. The term social butterfly most certainly does not apply to me (is there a term for the girl at the party engaged in some witty repartee with a small group of like minded souls, a wicked glint in her eye and a drink in
her hand?)
Time to hit the cooking sherry.
Topics: the grinch is in the house, woman of (non)ambition | 4 Comments »
Chocoltare Ripple Cake is the total extent of my Christmas revelry so far.(Am still trying to work out what this cake has to do with yuletide celebration.Other than I wanted some) I do not see it getting any better
Oh the Online shopping fun!No carparks, no carols. no christmas guilts from the 4 different Santas in one shopping Centre!
I heart you Hissychick!
Posted by: Simone on December 12th, 2008 at 6:12 pmChocolate ripple cake? Oh yum…I so heart you too Simone.
Posted by: hissychick on December 12th, 2008 at 9:07 pmDo you not know Choc Rip Cake?
Email for recipe- can be made blind drunk it is that easy. Can be made exceptionally alcoholic too if so desired!
Posted by: Simone on December 16th, 2008 at 6:50 pmI absolutely do. I guess I was trying to say I heart you for knowing about chocolate ripple cake.
Yum…I can already smell the sherry fumes and taste the chocolate and cream goodness LOL
Posted by: hissychick on December 16th, 2008 at 7:54 pm