Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Last Friday evening saw the official start of Christmas in my house - a ritual that's always been a highlight of the whole season. I've always put the tree up as sooon as possible; many years ago when my step-children were small and we did the 'every other weekend' thing I liked to make sure they saw the flat 'all christmassy' for at least two visits. It seems hilarious now I have my own children that my tree then was themed 'pink' or 'feathers' or 'glass' and of course I vowed my OWN children would NEVER have an advent calendar with chocolate in, oh no!

The children crowded around the ladder to the loft and excitedly helped their father pull down the boxes of Christmas paraphernalia; treasure troves of family history - I marvelled at the children's handmade decorations from previous years, we put up the fake tree in the front room, set aside the best ornaments for the Real Tree to be put up in the other sitting room on Sunday. Forgotten Christmas books were pounced upon - what a difference a year makes - my six year old can read them all to himself. A glass of wine for mummy and daddy, bed-time glass of milk for the helpers.

What a difference a year makes, indeed. Their father, my husband, offically moved out the next morning. This is something I want and instigated one balmy humid night, what feels like years ago, in August. On Saturday night (comfortably numbed by the bottle of Sancerre Best Friend Forever had insisted I neck) I arrived home in a taxi from London, the driver helped me carry my sleeping babies into an empty house. For the first time in 14 years just me, and them.

I'm looking forward to a day that I won't wake up feeling I might be sick. However, when I can bear to look in the mirror and see the somewhat manic, slightly hungover, terror and despair it's definitely tinged with relief, not regret.

A list of things that are helping

Swearing - saying SHIT and FUCK a lot really helps
Hugs both real and virtual
Cuddles - I was even nice to the cat the other day
The fact that the weather matches - suitably cold, dark days
Sneaky fags
Red wine in ABUNDANCE
Dancing around kitchen when a bit drunk - Black Eyed Peas mostly
Finding a stash of Estranged's diazepam yesterday meant some SLEEP
Sobbing (yes showing emotion, me! wtf)
Unintentional weightloss (I'm a shallow creature)


  1. That's tough, but it sounds as if you're finding the right things to help you through a very difficult time. Thinking of you, and hoping it will still be a good Christmas.


  2. You'll be fine. Honestly. I have every confidence in your ability to bounce back from what is undoubtedly a horrid time and I know you'll make sure your children have a lovely Christmas.

  3. sending you hugs and kisses. prance around, enjoy your wine, get hugs from your children and run it off. at the end of the day try to sleep soundly bec you know that this is a decision you are happy with, despite the fallout. lots of love.

  4. Lovely post - enjoy your Christmas and get ready for a fresh new year. Am most jealous of your red wine consumption! Oh, and the weight loss...) x

  5. Oh love. Thinking of you muchly. LLGxx

  6. Such horribleness for you, but am 100% behind the medicinal effects of vin rouge and much love for the new you, new Christmas and of course your children. It does get better, it truly does x x P.S. TOTALLY gave in to the choc filled calendar despite best intentions that Daughter would get so much joy from a badly painted bell, shepherd or King. Beautiful post.

  7. A fab post as always. I'm quite partial to the "F" word when things don't go to plan.

    It will get better. Be kind to yourself. Wine, drugs and sneaky fags are definately the way to go.


    LBB xxx

  8. I've been there and I remember the music (Hank Williams), the booze (JD) - and the weight loss. Finding things that help is a positive step. They do help. And it does get better.