Frazzled

Today has been "one of those days". Hubby has been sick as the proverbial dog with the tummy bug that I just got over, my new job is good, but very complex and I'm feeling a bit slow on the uptake,although they assure me I'm doing fine. As a card-carrying member of Over-Achievers Anonymous, this makes me stressed and frustrated. Because I had Monday off sick, I have to be organised to front up and do it all over again tomorrow, as a make-up day.

GG is still blithely tearing around the place, unaffected by her parents exhaustion.Little ray of bloody sunshine...

Here's a list of things I have broken in the last 24 hours. One glass lightshade, the toenail the lightshade landed on when I stupidly put my foot out to break it's fall (honestly!??!) a glass while I was washing it up, 2 pens, my resolve not to let GG fall asleep on the couch with me and a promise to take the dog for a walk tonight.

In leiu of anything remotely entertaining or enlightening to offer, let me jump on the "Hey! Here's my Christmas Tree!" bandwagon.

We kept it very simple this year, and we are using our old fake tree. I loved our tree last year, I was worreid about fragile decorations and a curious 18mth GG, so I bought a young Norfolk Pine, stuck it in a galvanised bucket, and tied the red striped and solid ribbons you can see above all over it. That's it.. and it was gorgeous, so sweet. The tree is now planted at my Mum and Dad's place, and I had plans of getting another and adding to it, but frankly, I just don't have it in me this year.