Well it’s all done and dusted.
This year was pretty disastrous to be fair. At one point on Christmas Eve it felt like anything that could go wrong, was going to!
And it did…
😐Our heating system broke a few days before Christmas and can’t be fixed until January.
😐The Christmas tree lights broke on Christmas Eve.
😐My hoover broke.
😐Princess has been sick ALL over Christmas.
We didn’t get all of the wee cousins together for even ONE photograph. She was having NONE of ANYTHING and has spent the past 4 days sitting ON Mammy. How I cooked dinner, feck knows.
She is literally only looking at what Santa left this morning…wee pet.
We’ve been to the doctors today and hopefully now she’ll be on the mend, but Christ having a poorly Babby in the house over Christmas just dampens it all, doesn’t it?
In the scheme of things, “whatever”.
And of course, in the scheme of things, I have NOTHING to complain about.
In the scheme of things, there are so many others who would kill for my little disasters.
But when you’re in the midst of things, “the scheme of things” means Jack Shit.
And sometimes, if Mammy wants to roll her eyes to Heaven, stamp her foot and declare “fuck this for a bag of parsnips” or “Christmas spirit my arse”, then she shall. Because in MY scheme of things, things could have been better!
And I Shouldn’t feel guilty for grumbling a bit. When it’s Mammy’s job to keep everyone else smiling, if she wants to feel a bit sorry for her sorry wee self when things break or go wrong, that’s allowed too. As usual however, after swearing a bit and cursing everything, Mammy pulled up her big girl knickers and sucked it up.
In the scheme of things, wee buns.
We did have a lovely Christmas. 👨👩👧👧
Mini-me has had the time of her Wee life and isn’t that what really matters?
The lights got replaced at 10pm on Christmas Eve.
The Gillespie Mafia had 8 heaters on my doorstep within an hour of my Daddy sending the S.O.S to my aunts and Uncles.
The hoover magically came to life again IN the shop when I took it in to complain, making me look all levels of psychobitch to the 4 snuggling Salesmen behind the counter on Christmas Eve.
And the Princess simply has a yucky old flu that will eventually pass, so really, Mammy shouldn’t complain.
In the scheme of things, it was fab.
I did get a few nice snaps, but Trust me, for each if the nice ones, there are 8 real-lifers.
And everyone has them. So remember as you’re looking at all the picture perfect Instafeeds, behind all of those picture perfect moments, there might be a broken fridge, or a Puking baby, or broken heating, or a wobbly marriage, or a Screaming toddler, or a nasty illness, or a broken heart or an empty chair…
Real Life usually happens off camera, (but when we DO capture it, it can be so funny that it reminds us that “in the scheme of things”, real life rocks! 👇👇👇)
How was your Christmas Mammies? Any clangers for me?
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The biggest surprise for me reading this was that they had electricity in Donegal in the first place 😉