I didn't manage to find my Christmas spirit this year until 630 am on the day itself when I sat Josh down in the middle of his presents and watched him look on with fascination at the bright wrapping papers.
After every nasty cold and cough germ decided to descend upon us all (more than once in my case) in the last month and my husband being away with work I really hadn't been in the mood. The icing on the cake was when I had to verbally restrain my mother in law from bombarding Josh with presents even though she had promised everyone was only getting a couple of things. I did it very nicely but was then worried sick I'd upset her (even though it was something I felt strongly about) and had ruined Christmas before it had even properly started. Then I forgot to take down her Christmas present for my husband which I thought would seal my fate as most hated daughter in law.
I needn't have worried as I'm still alive and in fact she came to my rescue today when I cleverly locked myself out of their house at 7 am this morning while Josh was sat on his own in his highchair in their dining room. Panic stricken and almost hysterical I was running round the house screaming in between banging on the front door as loudly as I could to try and wake someone.. anyone up! I knew deep down Josh would be fine but when I learned today that being physically unable to get to your child is a form of torture. God knows how it must feel if you lose them in a crowd. Let's hope I never find out.. maybe I'll order a set of reins now!
Panic aside, it turned out to be a lovely Christmas. There is definitely something more magical about the day when it involves children and I can't wait until next year when Josh will be running in to jump on our bed on Christmas morning to wake us up to see if Father Christmas has been.
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