To be fair, Christmas is always pressure packed and stressful, so I cannot blame the lack of relaxing time on family and guests. It is just a sad fact of life. However, last night, I found myself sitting in my living room, by myself. I was surrounded by a book, my cross stitch project and my Ipad. Sheer, unadulterated bliss! Finally, I feel like I am having my Christmas holiday break!
Monday was Boxing Day and I always go shopping on Boxing Day! I had hoped Whitney would join me, but Corbyn and she didn't feel like going, so Alan went with me. The first time he has accompanied me to the Boxing Day sales and it was so nice to have him with me! Not only for carrying all my bags though! I did actually enjoy Alan's company. (but the carrying was a big plus! I might have to make this part of my yearly tradition!)
Tuesday was officially another shopping day, but this time it was Alan's idea. The furniture store where we got our beautiful dining room set was not open on Monday and had advertised a good sale. We were not interested in furniture, if you saw our house - it is overstuffed with so many things we really should part with! But Rotherwood has really cute accessories and we were especially interested in their Christmas items. They did not open til 9:30 so we ended up shopping on the High Street for 30 minutes. Alot of damage can be done in 30 minutes, including 2 new tops and a darling party dress and a new set of tableware to replace all our unmatched spoons, knives and forks. If we are going to have a grown up house, we need to start with not expecting tableware to disappear like it does when kids are in the house. ( once we got to Rotherwood, we realized even at sale prices, we could not justify buying their Christmas decorations, oh well.)
Whitney and Corbyn went to Glasgow with her friend, Ryan. But that ended in disaster. Corbyn is going through a really bad patch and there are days when it is completely "unfun" to spend any time with him. This is the terrible twos with a terrific vengeance. Sadly for Whitney and Ryan, they drove all the way there and didn't manage to even get into one store. And poor Corbyn did himself out of doing something fun too. They had intended to take him to Xscape and go to an adventure thing there. Not sure what it was, but it sounded like Corbyn would have loved it. She was so bummed out about this day that they decided to just go back to their flat.
Question: Could that be why I finally relaxed on Wednesday!
Wednesday found Alan, Martin and me going to a kilt shop to get information on how to go about buying a kilt. There is alot to be taken into consideration, it is so much more involved than buying a suit! Me and my bright ideas. Martin will be 25 years old in September and I suggested getting him a kilt to mark the occasion. His homework between now and the summer is to decide on what tartan he would like. Everything else builds around that.
On the way back, we stopped to get Corbyn so that we could play with him! Unfortunately, the weather was really bad, with 70 mph winds predicted - so not a day to play outside. Martin and Corbyn had a good time playing sharks and other things before sitting quietly and watching Toy Story 3. I came in at the last part of the movie since I had never seen the end. And then I just sobbed! I had heard it was very sad, but did not expect it to be so sad, and so close to home. It is all about Andy leaving home and packing away his toys. I won't give away the end, but if you have a son leaving home soon - don't watch it!
Why was I in a room all by myself on Wednesday night? Well, Rangers and Celtic had a big game that evening. Alan, Martin and Alan's friend, Kenny, were in the tv room watching, Mom must have known I needed time so she only came in to see if I wanted to split the last bit of trifle (I didn't!) and that was it!
Today should be another quiet and peaceful day, but the build up to New Year's is just around the corner, so I am cramming in all the relaxation I can!
"Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know." John Keats
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