Christmas, Part 2, or OMG MY STOMACH, or OMG WHERE DO WE PUT THIS STUFF?

So it's the 26th. Christmas has come and gone (unless you are Orthodox, then you are merely warming up). Now we must continue the digestion, begin the promised diets and find places for all the baubles that we got as gifts.

I have eaten so much in the last two days that my ribs hurt. Ache from expansion even. My desk is littered with CDs and techno toys and manuals for same. Everyone has new jammies, Lucas has more toys than a toy store and everyone of us is fricking tired. And to all a good night indeed.

Now comes the next bit. New Years Eve. The best thing about having a small child is that no one expects you to do much that night so all the stupid pressure, advertising driven to be sure, of having the "perfect" New Years is removed. You can slouch around your house in your Xmas jammies, watch bad movies on the DVD, listen to your Xmas CDs and generally go to bed at 12:30. No stressy worry about what you will wear, that you are some how one notch down on the cool party invite scale.. no worry about meeting a special someone, you, my friend, have diapers to change. Bliss.