This is the time of year I traditionally panic and start worrying that bear has nothing for Christmas and his birthday. As I have been less organised than normal I have no idea what I have stashed. Darn. I'm trying to resist planning to buy everything. Bear doesn't need it. Besides, his big Christmas gift is a kindle fire. DH has set it up so we can present some gift vouchers to use on an Amazon Account. I suspect £10 of apps will go a long way.
I've just had a delivery of unexpected vegetables. The order I thought was going to come last week just arrived. Unfortunately I had stocked up on veggies and I have no room. I have no room in a barely functional freezer to do anything with them either. I am considering digging a root cellar.
I am going to re-use last year's resolutions. After all, there is no wear on them as I got nowhere with extremely sensible and suitable resolutions. On the bright side, I'm excavating the table between two armchairs and I hope to be able to throw it out before DH gets home.
There are always glimmers of hope. I have only forgotten one important Christmas card and hope that I can hand it out tonight at the last school pick up this year. Otherwise bear went to school with what I hope is a complement of cards and no trouble.
Finding things tough.