The trees are up, the decorations are sparkling and the lights are twinkling from every corner of the house.
Mama Pig even let me decorate BOTH of the trees. Usually I am banished to my own little tree where I like to hang all the old sentimental decs up.
It does look a little bit like Christmas has thrown up all over the tree, but in a jolly way. In a, its so bad its good kind of way....
But I was actually allowed to have free reign over the main tree too this year. What an honour. And although it was tempting to go crazy with the baubles I stayed within the colour theme (silver and white) and I didn't dare to even whisper the word tinsel. Its forbidden in our house...
I also dug out my Grandpa's favourite Christmas tape, Jim Reeves, and had a good old sing song.
Last night I was feeling decidedly shitty, with my mind spiralling, and the horrible word of failure refusing to budge from my brain. Luckily Mr B saved the day. He talked things through with me, and generally calmed me down, reassured me and put a smile back on my face. He really is a top banana.
However, this morning, the black dog was barking once more. I managed to go to my art group but afterwards came back with a splitting headache and went straight to sleep for an hour.
It was only after Mama suggested we raided the loft for the Christmas stuff that I began to feel better again.
This year is going to be different.
I know it.