Uh, uh. Not so fast. I know. I know. The last of the torn bits of Christmas wrap have finally been vacuumed away. The rings left on tables, by damp glasses, are all wiped up. The turkey’s just about gone, but the soup’s done; and ready for enjoying. Smelled good, too, as it was boiling away last night, if you say so yourself.
Now you’re starting to ‘consolidate’ all the left over baked goods, into fewer tins. Not a moment too soon, because your jeans are already too tight at the waist.
The dog’s so exhausted he’s fast asleep on your favourite chair, his new rawhide bone laying, discarded, beside him. The man of the house is snoring away on the couch. The kids are off skating or reading or playing with some of their new toys. Or maybe their old ones. You can never tell with kids. Old and forgotten one minute, a favourite again the next.
The good news is, they’re quiet. They’re not fighting with each other. Yet. And you’re sighing with relief. Continue reading