It always happens around Christmas time, when everybody is off work and school. Funny, never at any other time of year, not even during the long summer holidays. I spent so much time in my favourite seat that I find it difficult to heave myself out of it. It is perfectly moulded to my shape and I fiercely defend my right to sit in it. The armrest is wide enough to place cups of coffee or G&T's on it, depending on the time of day. My armchair is perfectly placed in the living room to watch the kids unwrap their presents (or should I say savagely rip the paper off the gift as fast as possible?), play on the rug, admire the Christmas tree, look out of the window, gaze into the fire, watch the telly observe Richard having a snooze on the sofa opposite and knit. I have been working on a hexagon blanket that has been a WIP since October 2011. It is still not finished unfortunately (but more of this another time).
The past few days have been very enjoyable indeed. My mum was here for Christmas and now, my brother and his wife have joined the party. Apart from the usual teenage gruff and the occasional "toddler" hissy fits, all has been peaceful. As peaceful as it gets with four kids that is. A random onlooker would probably see a different picture (mayhem?). I think I am just good at blending the madness out and just see and hear what I want to see.
During the holidays, I enjoy staying up late, on my own or with Richard, enjoying the peace and quiet at the end of the day. Mornings are slow and enjoyable. It is so dark here at the moment, the little ones have been sleeping longer than usual and when they wake up at around 7, James usually sends Alistair to our bedroom to ask if it is morning time yet. It is not of course...and I don't even feeling guilty about the fib, the boys go back to sleep or have discussions about the world as they experience it and the tooth fairy.
I actually had to set the alarm clock to get the bin out on time today. The bed was still warm when I crawled back in.
I love the festive period because we have time for each other and also time for ourselves. It is a time full of warmth and joy and light. Fairy lights in our case rather than day light. There is much fun to be had, too, a and there is always a good dose of silliness and not so funny but oh so funny kiddie jokes.
We also love to cook and bake, together sometimes, sometimes enjoying the relative peace of the kitchen alone. Needless to say that we all love to eat, too. We enjoyed a most excellent beef Wellington for our Christmas dinner this year, with roast root vegetables, peas and Yorkshire puddings. This was followed by Annie's pavlova topped with steamed cinnamon apples.
It is also a relaxing time. There is no rush to put the breakfast cereals away, or to get dressed and it is ok to eat Christmas dinner with the sporks Santa put in the stockings.
The miserable weather did only reinforce this slack attitude of ours. I did go out every day but the rest had to be coaxed out with promises of fun in the park, followed by tea and cake back home. On Boxing Day, I did convince the three younger ones that the outdoor gym down at the river Kelvin was just the right thing to visit, fun and absolutely worth getting wrapped up for. It was the one day when there were no gale force winds and rain lashing down by the bucket full.
And now, another day comes to an end. I am happy, warm and full of cheese from my favourite cheese shop on Byres Rd, George Mews. I hope you are having a lovely time, too. Cx