What is it about December?

December is a crazy month for us. Notwithstanding that there is a frenzied approach to the whole festive season and the fact that I become overwhelmed with insane purchasing habits (something that NEVER happens at any other time of the year), it really is a busy month in general.

It starts with the obligatory family Christmas BBQ and just continues on. A quick snapshot of my month looks like this:
1st - daycare, meeting with local paper & start lighting town square with Xmas lights
2nd - continue with Xmas lights & Tom's swimming class
3rd - mum's group meet up, committee meeting in evening
4th - daycare and CFA pre season meeting
5th - travel to Melbourne for obligatory family Xmas BBQ. Stay overnight
6th - family BBQ
7th - travel home. Mum's birthday. Make her dinner
8th - daycare
9th - swimming class. Had a appointment with eye dr which was cancelled
10th - drs appintment for Tom's recurring ear infection
11th - daycare and dentist appointment for me (2 fillings)
12th - Craiglands staff Xmas dinner
13th - family member's 5th birthday party
14th - local CFA brigade's Xmas BBQ
15th - WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!. Also Tom's daycare Xmas concert. Off to Melb for a night with hubby ;)
16th - Travel home and do Xmas shopping on way
17th - a rest day!!!!!
18th - Cockies picnic
19th - Santa's workshop and Carols by Candlelight
20th - clean up house
21st - clean up garden
22nd - food shopping
23rd - nothing scheduled, but you can bet anything, it will not stay free!
24th - more food shopping and reading at Xmas mass. Family coming for Xmas/NYE
25th - Bridie's birthday and Christmas day.

I know that there is more to Dece than just 25 days, but to be honest, by the time we reach the 25th, I really couldn't care less.

As we have family coming for Christmas, I am using them as an excuse to try and get our house into some semblence of order. I seriously doubt that it is going to come off. I secretly would like to think that I could live in one of those houses that you see profiled in Women's Weekly or Vogue. You know the ones, never a thing out of place, no magazines littering the table, no pens cascading out of the too small canister you have them stored in, no drips of butter and jam on the bench from breakfast, no bills, accounts and other mail scattered on the kitchen table, not a speck of dust to be seen, no toys strewn over ever spare inch of floor despite the fact that the person being interviewed has 4 kids. My house will never look like that. EVER. Granted, my house could do with a damn good tidy up and a strict review of the things that are kept, but I am never going to live in the perfect house. And if I were realistic about it, I probably would really want to.

After all, we can never find things after we have a major tidy up!!