I'm sitting in the glow of the Christmas tree lights listening to the practice New Years fireworks in the aftermath of this afternoon's deluge. I am overfull and trying to decide if I should be sick or not. We had Dad's family Christmas tonight and I am pretty sure the sand crabs disagreed with me. Haven't decided how violently yet.
Last week I was a bit stressed and over Christmas, but have perked up this weekend with the delicious combo of Bingley being on holidays and the girls having had a weekend with Nana. We wrapped a mountain of presents yesterday and I tidied the house and bought material from Spotlight for the Christmas outfits. I'm going to make big foofy skirts this year (ambitious!) out of sparkles and tulle and try my hand at some fairy wings at the same time. If you hear loud cursing tomorrow that will be me.
We have turkey and ham and lots of summer fruit. I bought prosciutto today and smoked olives for the turkey stuffing, and a sponge cake to make more rumballs. And I bought a new pudding steamer to make Christmas pudding that will boil and perfume the house for 4 hours tomorrow.
Bingley has dug out a huge patch of garden and levelled it and tomorrow takes delivery of topsoil in preparation for Tuesday's delivery of lush Sir Walter grass taht will form the cushion for the mega swing set we bought the girls (and boy!) for Christmas. He has been having far too much fun swinging his mattock and getting dirty and sweaty doing manual labour and I like to tease him about it. It's so lovely having him home.
The Possum has a horrible cold that I ended up taking him to an afterhours doctor to review on Friday night. He is having a lot of difficulty sleeping but is settling better tonight. He is so tired and falls asleep in my arms, but once in his cot, even with a nonSIDS safe pillow he gets so congested in his chest and coughs and wakes up. It makes me so miserable to see him sick. I'm not sure how well we're going to cope next year.
I got my rotations for next year. Because I work such a family friendly job, I have been given a compulsory country term next year (ie a 6 week rural placement) over Christmas. It made me cry. But as less sympathetic persons have said, it's not like anyone held a gun to my head to make me a doctor. So I guess I suck it up. Or quit. Either way, it's Christmas 2009 right now, and I have rumballs to make and fruit to marinate.