This week has really been a pretty crappy one all round. Lucas just managed his final performance in his nativity on Monday before illness struck and cancelled out the week. One by one we have all been poorly, the poor boys have had a terrible cough and cold. All they want is cuddles is comfort which is easier said than done with three, they have just been completely wiped out. The week has just passed in a blur of calpol and Netflix. I was counting down the minutes until Daddy got home so we could double team them. I had to cancel my Christmas night out which I was so looking forward too and Lucas has missed some lovely festive plans and I’m still not sure he will make it back into nursery this week. I was feeling stressed because I haven’t been able to do anything other than look after my boys. Don’t you feel like you lose perspective a little when you’ve been cooped up? Little things were pushing me over the edge and I was getting worked up about everything I couldn’t do.
I think I was missing the Christmassy feeling, the warm fuzzy glow just hasn’t quite hit me and I love Christmas, especially the build up! I just haven’t had the energy to feel the magic, but we HAD to get out of the house today and of course the only person who would put up with our germ infested selves is my mum. Feeling decidedly ‘bah humbug’ I decided an outing to see her Christmas tree was just what we needed. I dressed the boys in some festive clothes, snotty noses and all, dosed everyone up and we were going to feel Christmassy dammit! Blasting out the Christmas tunes, well not quite blasting as I don’t think we could take it, we packed up our homemade glittery decorations for Nanny’s tree and with some determination managed to get out for a couple of hours. Thank goodness for Nanny’s, for little pudding bum pants and for a real Christmas tree, you have kept me going this week!