I am totally mainlining Christmas this weekend. This is the way it goes for me these days; not giving a toss about the fact it's approaching and then suddenly - KERBLAM!!!! - a week or so before I go crazy and turn the house into a freakin' grotto with tons of lights and sparkly stuff and an enormous tree covered with about a thousand baubles (which I also added to this year as the tree is 8ft to compete with our new super high ceilings and NEEDS MOAR BAUBLAGE).
( pictorial evidence under a cut for largeness )But if I'm a bit festively crazy, then Faye is certifiable. She is almost permanently attached to the tree, with three or more ornaments almost always clutched in her hands, the favourites being a little nutcracker dolly and a fake gingerbread man. Conversations overheard between the two ornaments generally follow these lines:
"Where are going soldierman?"
"I's going to nursery"
"I is going to school"
"Ok, see you later"
"Ok, see you later choochoo man"
(She mispronounces "gingerbread man" as "choochoo man" but it's one of those dumb things which we've always just perpetuated instead of correcting because it's funny).
Christmas is going to be totally WORK FREE for me this year, as I'm in sole charge of the business since D (my longtime business partner) decided to jack it in for good last month as she began her maternity leave. Despite the initial panic of
OMG I HAVE TO DO MY OWN ACCOUNTS NOW AND I SUCK AT MATHS!!! and the sudden massive increase in workload, I'm now pretty happy with the situation. OK, so I do need another designer I can outsource to sometimes, who is fast, accurate and extremely creative (not to mention slightly cheaper than me so I can still make a profit), but other than that...well...things are ok. I am in control of my workload and the income from it for the first time EVER, and it feels pretty bloody good. I told a woman I wasn't interested in her job the other day simply because she seemed flakey and was more than a little imperious and snotty with me on the phone, and I
didn't even feel guilty. Go me. I am my own good boss and I may give myself a big bonus just to show me how I appreciate that fact.
Hoho. Here's to a relaxing Sunday doing NOTHING except maybe watching Medium and eating too many roast potatoes.
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