So this is Christmas...

Busy, busy.Not quite sure I like being busy. But here is why I have been busy...
Tree up and decorated. Left the four year old to decorate it (she did her level, I did the above bits that she couldn't reach) expecting to have to re-do it as soon as she went to bed, but she did a better job than I. She is quite clearly going to be some superstar creative type.
Nativity play costume got, play watched and videoed. She was an angel. She was perfect, they all were. So enthusiastic and desperate to please. It made me weep. She did three performances. When she got home she weeped. Out of tiredness. And then she whinged. Boy, did she whinge. How is she going to cope next term doing full days every day? I will cope by stashing gin under the kitchen sink and having little nips now and then so I don't lose my patience with her when she is a whinging wreck. That is my job. To be the whinging wreck. Although I feel I don't really have an excuse now my youngest is 2. OK, you can get away with saying, 'You don't know how tough it is!' when they are 12 weeks old. Not so much when they are two and four.
Presents to friends living abroad posted. For the first time EVER I made it before the deadline date. It was missing a thank you card which was found yesterday under the driving seat in the car. Sorry about that. I don't mean to be rude. I do say thank you for lovely gifts. Please buy me and my daughter a birthday present again next year.
Presents for husband bought. To be returned most probably the day after Boxing day. It bugs him that I don't get EXACTLY what he asks for. This year he wants some white converse all star trainers. I have bought him white LEATHER converse all star trainers. It could make all the difference. Other years mistakes...a book about football. He wanted one with big lovely photos, I bought one that was a series of essays about the beautiful game. His face dropped. Another year he wanted Manchester City shorts for football training. I bought kids size medium instead of adult. They didn't go up past his knees. I never did get around to sending them back...
Class Christmas cards written, and signed by eldest daughter personally. For three days I sat next to her whilst she wrote these cards with love. It's a novelty you see, she has just learnt to write. But 'To Harry, Love XXX' takes her approximately 20 minutes. There are 30 in her class. You do the maths...
Buying £200 of clothes in the sales. Today. Oops. I don't know how it happened. Boden had a sale on, so I got a jumper, a pair of jeans, which thankfully need to go back, a cute pair of trousers and ballet pumps for big girl, two tops and gold ballet pumps for baby girl, a new pair of half price Clarks boots (which I'd like myself thank you very much) for big girl, a hat, some gloves, a bag...oh shite. What have I done? Where am I going to hide them all?!
House been valued and been to view a house I like. Husband doesn't even want to move. We can't really afford it. But where there is a will there is a way...I have spent all weekend trying to persuade him. But nothing. He is not going for it. Actually, I didn't try everything(Ooh MH - Cue boobs out in a dim light whilst still wearing underwired bra, you think it could work with houses as well as babies?). Have had to call estate agent and cancel second valuation tomorrow morning. They think I am a bored housewife going to look at others peoples houses as I have nothing better to do. I think they might be right.

What have you all been doing? Don't think I haven't noticed how infrequently you're all posting of late...