A lump of coal for this lass

In keeping with the festive season I have decorated my header with a little fella waiting beside the tree. It is the most decorating I have done so far.

I have always loved getting the house ready for Christmas. I look forward to it. We have a large box filled with ornaments and each one has a story behind it. My wee soldiers look forward to bringing out each one and hearing the tale that goes with it. There is a little chicken sitting on an egg with the caption ‘Mom -to-be’ on it dated 1992. This was the year I was pregnant with my Brown-eyed Boy. There is a cozy home dated 1995, marking our first home purchase. Each of the boys has a Baby’s 1st Christmas. There has to be at least 50 of these Hall*mark ornaments to hang on our tree and trimming our tree is a full weekend event.

This year I have not had any inkling to decorate the house. I’m not in the Christmas mood. Shopping seems like a huge chore. I never feel like going out to the shops, fighting with fellow shoppers for the perfect parking spot, the perfect gift etc.  Maybe it’s because I am too tired at the end of the day, maybe it’s because we have no snow. This year we won’t even be home for Christmas day, we’ll be a Sgt’s parents home. I am thinking about putting up our little 4ft tree and letting the boys decorate it with a few of their favorite ornaments.

Is it just me or is there anyone else out there feeling a little less Christmas Cheer this year?

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BarrenAlbion has set up a holiday card exchange for fellow IF bloggers. She’s an ambitious gal and must be full of the holiday spirit. Pop on over and sign up, I did. You’ll be able to send out some cards as well as get oodles of cards from around the globe.

Tis the Season for Goodwill Towards Men

We had our First Annual Holiday Party for work last night. One of our new hires was especially drunk before the dinner had even begun. She had to keep pulling up the top of her dress because her boobs kept threatening to fall out. Great first impression. Who the hell was responsible for hiring this girl?

After the meal Sgt had to use the Little Boys Room and when he came out he said “Someone’s in there ‘getting it on’.”

You have three guesses as to who that someone could have been.  If you guess correctly I have a crumpled shabby chic, used previously enjoyed post-it with a reminder to feed the puppy 3 cups of kibble per feeding written on it for you to win.

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Other then the tiredness and occasional nausea I really don’t feel pregnant. I mentioned this to Sgt. and he thinks I’m a nutter. Why must I obsess over the little things?