I'll be home for Christmas

I know I promised to update this thing more often and if updating it once every three months is more often then so be it. The thing is, life is hectic, busy and full of stuff. Henry, at five years old is much more demanding than he was at even 6 months. As well as being bored ALL the time, he never shuts up. For every second that he's awake he utters a word. Every second! He barely stops for breath and the minute I sit down to do something at the computer, he's suddenty in need of everything he didn't need two seconds before. I know I'm not alone here and that every parent the world over is, has or will be suffering in the same way.

What have we done to the house since we moved here in Sept - not much. I've not even managed to completely remove all the wallpaper glue from the walls in preparation for painting. Ben has built a chicken coop however and it's grand and ready to house some chickens, problem is, the house repayments have left us wondering where we'll get the money to buy the chickens. Plus, it's Christmas time and it seems all chickens stop breeding around this time because no one has any.

It's rained an awful lot in the past few days which is nice but we've not caught any of that water in our tank because we lacked a diverter until yesterday. Ben and his friend installed one but it's not really done the job it was supposed to do. I did however manage to catch three bucketfuls of water and pour those into the tank so that's a small start.

Christmas will be here in a few short days and we're looking forward to being able to celebrate in our own home. It will be quiet and we're planning on a ham and seafood lunch. The rest of my large clan have all gone off to join the families of their partners this year so it's just us. Ben is as excited about that as he would be if he received an extension ladder for Christmas but Maya and I are all "how boring" - it means the quiet will probably kill some christmas spirit in us because despite the chaos that 23 extra people bring it's preferable to us. We love it when everyone is talking at once, the spilled champagne all over the unwrapped presents, The Pogues singing Fairy Tale in New York at 6AM, the mountain of discarded wrapping, the water fight after lunch and the evening wind down after everyone has drunk their fill of holiday cheer.


What would be more preferable still would be to have all of our American crew come join us for an Aussie summer Christmas or for us to join them for a white one. That would make this Christmas perfect. Still, watching the kids unwrap their stash will be joy enough as will watching Ben's face contort in disgust when I put on Randy Travis' Christmas album as I open the first bottle of champers on Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas everyone. Whatever it is you're doing I hope it brings joy and happiness to you and yours.