DH and I have been quietly pottering along taking down the Christmas decorations this morning and dismantling the tree. The purist in me wanted to leave everything up until 12th Night, but the realist won the argument, as once we are back at work tomorrow we will have less time and will be dragging the tree up the garden in the dark. Not to mention that my angel cleaning lady comes on Wednesday and it would be much easier for her to hoover round with all the clutter out of the way.
It’s always a bit of a sad job. Another Christmas over. Maybe the last one where my mother will be able to travel over to see us. But on the other hand, it was, on the whole, successful and a job well done. The stress beforehand was worth it …..(I think….probably….)
The wonderful thing about having put everything away and tidied up is the sense of space and freshness that goes with it. I will try to buy myself a bunch of tulips this week to brighten things up and give us a sign of spring – but as winter hasn’t even got going this year yet, real spring seems a long way away and it’s certainly still very dark in the morning when we get up.
I’ve avoided calling mum this weekend. She doesn’t remember if I’ve called or not and conversation seems limited these days to the weather she can see out of her window. She won’t have done the things she was supposed to have done as regards giving me information to finalise all the house sale details and I know my blood pressure will only go shooting up again, which I can live without. (I am however immensely thankful that I moved her into her wonderful retirement living complex last May. That was my project for 2015. She didn’t want to go – but is very contented there now – and I see how much harder it would have been if I had left it another year. I’m glad I trusted my instincts on that one!)
There is more than enough stress anyway today in trying to get DD2 out of bed to work on a university application personal statement that should (I now discover) have been given to her school on 7th December…..She flies back to England tomorrow, so it has to be done today. Co-operation is zero and it is anything but ready to go.
I’m really feeling the sandwich generation problems. Add the menopause and stress at work and I get a rather black vision of what 2016 may hold…..
Onwards and upwards then ladies. I suspect many of you out there may be faced with similar issues. Really not a bundle of laughs…