Apparently you can have too much of a good thing when it comes to Christmas. Our festive run up this year has seen some Christmas casualties when it’s all got a bit much. The girls have been a little frazzled at times – combination of an end of what is a 4 month school term in Scotland (Emily’s knackered), elf nonsense (they’ve been sent back to Santa for freaking Niomi out), and concerts, parties, Christmas events galore have meant that at times we’ve had to keep things more low key. I mean I love Christmas, but it is a kind of weird time of year. Everything changes and looks different, expectations and excitement levels rise every day (and year on year), sugar levels (and everything Christmas) start peaking earlier and earlier as its 'chocolate for breakfast' month, bedtimes get later and later, and, well, everything just kind of goes a bit wonky. It’s no wonder they get a bit frazzled. But even in a reduced capacity we’ve still experienced Glasgow Green’s Christmas, had stir-up Sunday, ridden the Alpine Coaster in Edinburgh, met up with Ly for my birthday, had a daddy/daughter day out to a slightly sinister Beauty and the Beast, and listened, danced, and sung to endless Christmas classics so it’s acutally not been too low key at all.
And if Christmas wasn’t enough, my personal frustration with the world at the moment is our seeming obsession with being timetabled and booked into slots. This year just seems to have entailed timed slots for everything we want to do and not enough slots to do everything we want. The latest bookable nightmare appears to be Emily’s parents evening when we tried booking 36 hours after it opened and failed to get an appointment for English, Chemistry, Physics, Geography, Design/Tech, History and Modern Studies. I mean this wasn’t tickets for Oasis we were booking – this was parents evening – but apparently there’s not enough slots. If I’d known that all parents had to line up at the school gates and race, with the last one to get to a teacher missing out, I’d have put my trainers on. Honestly at times the world appears to want to schedule me out of existence – its ridiculous. Want happened to spontaneity and flexibility. Rant over.
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