Not Angry to see a calendar on January 3 this morning. Not at all angry. Finally
fir compost is left somewhere (I ended up being afraid to forget to water it every day. Fini pick up millions of needles around the house. Fini monitor ever my little chick on all fours for six months would therefore like to win one of these balls so beautiful ...). Finally gone!
Finally finished all the races to Christmas shows of all kinds. This year, we were treated to a musical concert, a show of cheerleading and two scout promises, all in five days (over the race to dinner, to swallow while fourth gear, not to do the dishes, run to the other side of town to cheer on our signs, to return to the fold, doing dishes, sleeping all these people then finally crashing on a couch past 22 h 30!). Good riddance!
Finally finished the long evenings spent in front of the stove, fridge, pantry, a rolling pin in one hand, a punch to the other, chocolate molds in the back pocket and a ton cookbook lying on the counter to 'mess' Christmas goodies' (the race finished at the grocery store because I lack sugar or because I forgot to buy the 35% cream. No more stressing about whether my badges will have the right texture. Finished counting and recounting the chocolates to make sure that everyone had the same amount.). Beby!
Finally finished planning my outfits for smala for all these wonderful New Year holiday (finished rubbing sweaters at 23 pm to ensure they are clean for the family lunch tomorrow. No more spending too much time looking at the bottom of the hampers of the hut the pair of tights that goes with this dress one. finished ironing the shirts of your man-love for you is it able to operate an iron? No more spending my little free time alone with a ton of clothes to fold.). Quin toé, cursed wash!
Finally finished the tight management of our lunch-dinner-dinner-parties where one had to be divided into fourteen to see all the aunts, uncles, friends, grandparents, great-grandparents who want our presence to Christmas activity. (No more endless roads that separate us from all these great partys. Gone are the huge sums swallowed up by gas retailers. Fini lack of sleep associated with these too many partys. Gone are the spread of villains microbes that take advantage of these family gatherings to wreak havoc not necessary.) Yay!
Finally finished the antics in the stomachs qu'amènent rampant abuse of sparkling wine-beer-milk-holes and the ingestion of meat pies and sugar-to-the-cream-sauce-turkey-with- Cranberry-brie-terrine de foie gras (the stress is over not to go in my pants bought for the occasion. Fini fuel to Pepto Bismol. No more taking two Tylenol before bedtime to prevent hangovers .) Finally!
Finally finished the nights are too short to wake qu'obligent, Midnight Mass, the Christmas tree counting, counting to new year (over the impatience that bringing the three hours of sleep daily. Gone are the rings that go down to below the chin. No more crises exhausted because baby out of her bedtime routine. No more hours spent in front of the mirror disguise of a sudden foundation the damage done by this lack of any time spent under the duvet.). Good deal!
Finally, along comes a much longer period of quiet for the pampering, quiet evenings, meals filled with the four groups in the Food Guide, routines, lack of headaches ...
Who says the holidays were a time to relax?
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