1 sleep to go, 1 sleep to go

Wheeee! 1 sleep to go!
aaand I only have to be at work for half the day today.
aaaaand I'm just waiting for the munchkin to wake up to open the last box on the advent calender. His excitement over it all is the bestest part of the morning.

Now, the chanaces that I will blog again (I know, I know, I've been so very prolific this year) before Christmas are very slim, soooo......

Have a very very very lovely Christmas and I hope you get to spend it with whoever makes you happiest.

Mwah!

Last week was lurgy week. Like shark week, but with less amphibious mammals.

Home for the week with a throat full of razors and wondering how I got hit by a truck without noticing.
However, the week also contained Torby's birthday and associated dinner and celebrations (sooo many cupcakes were made) and a lovely dinner with the daycarer of awesomeness and the amazing friend we have made through that connection.
Was deelightful to have such nice reasons to drag my sorry arse off the couch.

The weekend was all about The Annual Chrissie Pissie (hurrah)and taking the munchkin and the nieces in to have their photos taken with Santy Claus (joyous chaos except for the bits where I could have strangled the kids and everyone else in that line).
Oh and naps, lots and lots of naps.

So, this is my first day back at work and it really is nice to be out of the house and engaging my workbrain again and having access to the shops and the nommy Japanese lunch place and hearing random snatches of music and decent christmas carols
Although now that I've had my soothing and slippery and comforting noodley lunch, I'm ready for a nap.
Please?
Pretty please?

shhh secret!

Due to weird people (weird as in, I don't know them rather than the weird people I do know) trying to become my contact on flickr, I've become paranoid and made everything private.
If you do want to see photos of mine, let me know and I can add you to the list of people who don't weird me out with their randomness.

It's just like having your name at the door of a nightclub, only involving less loud music.

Happy Birthday Little Man

In the last 5 years you've done so much.
You've learnt to breathe and eat and talk and walk and run and skip and read and reason and do puzzles and play games and write and do maths and sleep and tell bad jokes and laugh and sing and dance and hop and give the most amazing hugs.
You are a constant source of wonder and amusement and love for your parents and our world is better for having you in it.

Only mildly speechless with rage

So, a chum on facebook announced that she'd had an awesome week. Her long term partner had asked her to marry him and they'd recieved the call to say that an offer they'd made on a house had been accepted.
Yay!
Right?
Well, apparently not.
Apparently she was to be punished for having good news and sharing it with the world.
Apparently this was considered rude and uncaring of others.
Apparently her having happiness and joy in her life was selfish.
Apparently others are struggling with singledom and increasing house prices and illness and and and and she should just take a moment to think about that before celebrating.
Apparently she had to be reminded of this.

Luckily she has someone in her life who helpfully pointed this out to her and she'll know better next time.

I mean, how dare she be happy when others in the world aren't? How dare she celebrate that things are going right? How dare she be well and prosperous and loved?

The nerve of some people!

Yay for having a pool just a few minutes walk away.
That is all