Well it’s done, complete, finished, adios to yet another Christmas.
Christmas Day left as quickly as it arrived.
Everyone wished everyone a joyful, wonderful Christmas and it was all warm and fuzzy and heart felt.
No one said “Have a stress free day – hope it goes well.”
The stress (yes I stress) and what about you may ask?
Well, I shall tell you anyway, my family are use to me stressing, in fact I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t…hell it wouldn’t be Christmas if I didn’t.
It can over something as menial as burning the potatoes (which I did) or burning the extra stuffing (which I did) or putting way too much alcohol in the egg-nog (which I did) that you couldn’t take a sip near a naked flame.
Then of course due to the above mentioned yours truly had a mini (ok a large) hissy fit in the kitchen…where I spewed forth many naughty words – perhaps I had sampled too much of the nog before the family arrived?
“It will be ok mum, you have so much food, we can just cut the burnt bits off” said daughter # 1
“It’s not the *bleep* point – I wanted everything to be perfect and I stuffed it up”, I hissed back.
Enter martyr Jen..
“I worked all yesterday and this morning so it all WOULD be right and now look at it”.
“It’s fine, relax”, rolled eyes from daughter #2.
Another family member started to
intrude my space walk into the kitchen.
“U-Turn – U-Turn – Enter at own risk”, daughter # 1 said.
Ugh there was more than enough food, as usual I over catered and we still have probably 5 kg of meat in the fridge, copious left over salads, pumpkin, half cut spuds, pudding, trifle…the list goes on and on.
We have so many drinks left we could open our own bottle shop.
We have jars of lollies (yes I keep going and eating them) and bags of nuts.
We (ok I) so want everything to run like clock work for the timing of the meats to be just right (turkey in the BBQ) pork in the oven and the ham to be thinly sliced.
The table was set perfectly (because I fussed for over an hour folding the bloody linen napkins) there were candles of pine and strawberry burning (I know strawberry isn’t Christmassy but that’s all they had left).
Decorations hung (tinsel and knitted stockings and rather ghastly Santa hats) and Carols and Michael Bubbles singing his Christmas ditties.
The entrée was magnificent (compliments of sister-in-law) and the sweets equally so (compliments of daughter #1 and Mr. S’s mum).
We ate…and ate..and ate some more till my stomach was so distended I couldn’t breathe. Why do we do this? We (I) don’t feel the need to gorge myself at other times of the year (ok maybe a couple). Christmas Day brings out the inner Alien wanting to be fed..give me more dammit…I want more!
My darling dad sat on the couch and started to nod off a couple of times (yes he sampled some nog) and everyone chatted and moaned about how full they were.
The family then departed by about 6pm – into the T shirt and track pants – ah I can breathe once more.
The kitchen was declared a disaster area but Mr. S was the Knight in Shining Armour and came to the rescue, washing the pots and pans, packing the dishwasher, putting the empty bottles out, collecting up the mess.
I then went on the computer to help for C4C but I think I mucked it up badly as I was so tired I had no idea what I was doing :-(.
Today Boxing Day over to Mr. S’s family for yes you guessed it more food! Surely this stomach cannot hold anymore (or had it stretched from yesterday) ..yes apparently it had and so I did.
Now I sit writing (ok typing) with the thought of all that food in the fridge… shall I go near it? No not I… not for at least an hour or two anyway. Nope it’s back to the diet (if I can stay away from the lolly jars) and step up the exercise regime…thank God (can I say that) that this only happens once a year!
So do tell me about your Christmas Day – did you eat too much or throw a hissy fit?