Chaos

As you may have figured out from my sporadic blogging of late, I’ve been a wee bit busy. Cramming in ALL THE WORK before Christmas so that I can have a proper holiday; trying to get kids in the right place at the right time for nativities and dinners and parties and this, that and the other; car disasters (mid section of the exhaust fell off, brakes and tyres buggered); home disasters (dishwasher keeps flooding the kitchen, oven is still fucked from last Christmas, tumble dryer jams the timer… nothing like a fire risk to keep you on your toes) and all the bits in between.

I’m only blogging now because technology has chosen THIS MOMENT, where I have literally got more things to do than minutes to do it in, to have a dick fit and completely fail to work. My internet connection is sporadically dropping to the speed of dial-up and my once trusty & reliable laptop seems to have decided it’s had enough and is mysteriously ramping up RAM usage and dying on me every 4-6 hours. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m TERRIBLE at making back-ups I’d have taken a bloody hammer to it by now.

I have done very little in terms of Christmas prep, given the bare minimum of thought to my kid’s presents (basically throwing any old crap into my Amazon basket and hoping for the best) and even then not bothering to unpack it when it arrives: my hallway looks like Santa’s bloody grotto and I daren’t open any of it because if I do that I have to find somewhere to hide what’s inside. The only problem with this method of storage is that I have genuine non-Christmas deliveries somewhere (pet food amongst others) which is kinda necessary for my animals but could be in ANY of the boxes… and knowing my luck, the last one I investigate.

Oh well, it’s nearly Christmas. Ho ho ho. Now where did I put those mince pies…

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4 comments so far

  1. Aisling said:
    On December 11, 2015 at 11:29 am

    Wtf does choas mean? Do you mean chaos?

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  2. Jennifer said:
    On December 11, 2015 at 6:07 pm

    Suggestion: Have the Christmas gifts sent to Jem Turner and the normal stuff sent to J. Turner (or vice versa) for easier sorting. ;)

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  3. April said:
    On December 22, 2015 at 6:52 am

    I forgot how much I love your writing.

    I think we’re all in the throws of christmas antics to be honest – last night we fucked up the new cat tree we blessed our fur babies with by trying to jam a dodgy screw into the final turret as as such broke the stupid thing.

    Merry Christmas! :D

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