Well I am in a bit of a muddle...in my mind and on a practical level.
I have boxes from the loft, some of which are empty ready to go back in the loft, some containing decorations which I can't be bothered to put up, so they need to go back in the loft. This will be a job for my husband, even though he doesn't like heights. I don't mind heights but my knees aren't up to climbing the ladder, unfortunately. I gave it a go last week, when we were getting all the Christmas decorations down from the loft, and it was a bit precarious to say the least.
Some boxes contain presents for our dogs and cats. The presents need wrapping up. Then there are the empty boxes I have been saving "in case they come in handy at Christmas"!
There are also bags containing various items which need sorting.
Then there is the big box containing the smaller boxes of Christmas cards, some of which still need to be written.
Then there are the piles.
Piles of cards which have been written a) for posting
b) for delivering to neighbours
c) to be given to friends (I do have a few friends lol!)
Then there are piles of laundry ready to be folded and put in the airing cupboard, when I have the energy.
My poor dogs look at me in despair as much as to say "This room is getting smaller by the day. There's hardly any room for us any more!"
I look back at them despairingly.
Tomorrow, I really must try to make an effort to achieve some semblance of order in this room. While I am on my computer my back faces the room but when I get up, rather stiffly, and turn around the full glory hits me.
No wonder I can't think straight.
I hate being in such a muddle.
In spite of this, I sing and whistle to myself (which my husband hates!!!!!) but it is one of my quirky little ways of trying to rise above the stress I am feeling inside.
How are the rest of you all coping with all the extra work that Christmas entails? I'd be very interested to hear.
In the meantime I send you loving thoughts and hugs. Saskia XX
PS While I was checking through this for typos, my younger dog has found a squeaky ball. He is now squeaking it excitedly and pushing it at me ready for a game. So.....it looks like I'll be playing with Marley for a while. The tidying up can wait!