I never did get around to sending a Christmas message to my readers, bad I know.I do hope you did have a good one.Something I don’t do often, is record more about our lives.Lots of reasons and I feel I need to get over myself and just do it.After all that is what blogging is about.
Christmas Day wasn’t as I had planned as I do like to be organised, or at least give the impression that I am, so I can have in mind who, where and what.Despite the fact I had asked back in September what the ex’s plans were for the day, he said pretty much up to the last week that he couldn’t have the kids because where he is living wasn’t really suitable for him and the kids to spend the day together (he lives with a couple of other guys) he said he’d be spending the day with his dad instead.Fair enough I thought, but I did wonder when he said the Saturday before Christmas ,”I’ll see in you in a few days time” instead of Saturday.But hey ho! I had asked my dad’s partner what her and my dad were doing for Christmas Day and if they wanted to come round.She said yes, all going well that her daughter who is blind didn’t need her to visit (she lives in London).So, me being me, thought that this was settled and I had meant to check with my dad what his arrangements were but didn’t.On Monday, three days before Christmas Eve, he came around to give us Christmas cards.I asked if he was still coming around for dinner and he said I had asked if they were coming around for the day and that I hadn’t mentioned dinner apparently.Which I didn’t, I just assumed that they obviously knew they had an invite for dinner.My dad said they weren’t coming for dinner as their next door neighbours had asked them to go out to dinner to a local Brewer’s Fayre.I didn’t mind at all and arranged for them both to come around in the evening instead.
Christmas Eve we settled down to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, which I say is a Halloween film but many beg to differ.Cat was the first to head off to bed at around 9, Kip followed 20 minutes later.Now Cat is 9 and Kip 12, so I hadn’t expected them to be in bed much before 10 to be honest.But Mouse, who is 6, on the other hand stayed up until the film finished, at just before 11pm.She wasn’t even the tiniest bit tired.I left it for half an hour before collecting all their presents and trying desperately not to knock off stuff my dressing table or get myself stuck in the doors as I carried the two large bags of presents down the stairs.I had meticulously wrapped all their presents.I had used brown parcel paper, of which I had stamped in gold ink ‘party’ or ‘celebrate’.I used tonnes of ribbon which I had found in the RSPCA shop a month ago for a couple of quid.I used stickers not tags, bought from Wilko’s for £1 I think.A pack of 100 with 7 designs, giving me a different design for each child, so they all had the same design on their gifts.I had disguised my handwriting and put from ‘Father Christmas’.There is nothing worse than a child who thinks they won’t get anything from the big man himself.If they asked where my presents from me were, I would say they would get a day out in London during half term.
I carefully placed the presents in 3 piles around the tree.Our tree is only 3 foot high, so there’s not much space for doing the under the tree thing.I headed off to bed at 11:30.I woke up at 2am for my usual stupid o’clock trip to the loo.I put the light on when I entered the living room as I couldn’t work out what was on the floor.There in 3 piles were the kid’s presents, slightly freaked out, I walked around them, went to the loo and went back to bed confused.Now one of two things could have happened, one being slightly unnerving and the other more plausible.The first thing that entered my head was, “Oh ye gods we’ve got a poltergeist!”.Yup, all those weekends of watching horror films the past few weeks have taken their toll on my already warped imagination.The second and more plausible and more obvious answer, was that one of the kids had moved them.But who?
I went off back to bed and led awake for an hour not being able to sleep.I eventually switched on my Chromebook to dick about online for an hour, when Kip came into my room asking of it was time to get up and open presents.”No, its bloody not! It’s only 4am, get back to bed!” And with that, I went back to bed myself.I was woken again by Caitlin whilst it was still dark and told her to not wake me before it was light.Being Winter, this wasn’t going to be until 8.And sure enough just after the sun came up, Mouse came and got me.I hadn’t even gone through the door into the kitchen from the living room when the first of presents were opened.By the time I had made myself a cup of tea and toast, the living room was awash with brown paper and ribbon.Each child was whooping with glee at what they had, which was in the end such a relief.But no one commented on the fact they were all from FC.This was an even bigger relief.
As we wouldn’t be expecting my dad until 5/6 o’clock, we were in our pj’s when the ex and FIL arrived unexpectedly.I was sat crocheting away (I can’t stop since I rediscovered it a month ago).They were here for about an hour chatting as I hadn’t seen FIL in about a year, maybe more so it was nice to catch up (the kids have seen him a few times with their dad for trips out).After they left I started loading up the oven with buffet food.Once cooked, I left the kids to eat whilst I had a bath.Once out of the bath I was in two in minds on whether I should continue sitting on my arse or make the effort to clean up the kitchen and start sorting out the dinner for later.My concious got the better of me and I headed off to the kitchen.
I was almost done when Kip came into the kitchen to say Granddad Colin was here.It was just after 2pm.It turns out they never went out to dinner and my dad told his partner we were expected at 2pm.I seriously couldn’t be doing with arguing etc and said I’ll start the dinner now.After chatting with B, my dad’s partner they left to take the kids out to the park with their dog.I was left with a quiet and empty house until 5 pm.
It was nice but very odd to be on my own on Christmas Day.
By the time they arrived back, the dinner had almost finished cooking, the living room was cleared of paper, the table was set and everyone was very hungry.Everyone except me had lamb or pork, my dad had both.I did carrots, leek Mornay (I refuse to buy and cook sprouts), honeyed parsnips, pigs in blankets and hasselback potatoes.It wasn’t until I was clearing up the kitchen and unusually do the washing up straight after, that I found the potatoes I had left under a tea towel to keep warm whilst I cut the meat.No one had noticed but we had them before I served the mincemeat filled baked apples.
I did ask Kip if had moved the presents but he swears it wasn’t him.I can’t ask the girls because then they would know I put their presents there and not Father Christmas.All in all, it was a good day.Our first Christmas in our new house, although the new but is wearing a bit thin now.