I know. I said I was taking a mini-break between Christmas and New Year. I lied. Obviously.
Jingle bells, I hate elves, jingle all the way!
There are a good many things I hate about Christmas. I chronicled just a few of them the other day. Paper party hats, driving sloooooowly past the Christmas lights again, and the fellatio angel are just a few of them.
On the other candy cane hand, there are a good many things I love about Christmas. Paper party hats, stealing people’s Christmas lights driving sloooooowly past the Christmas lights again, and the fellatio angel are just a few of them. Add carols, festive cheer and Tourettes Santa, and we have ourselves a list.
And we can add, to the list of Stuff Lori Loves About Christmas, a very potent, powerful phrase that I use a lot around any festive season…
“It’s just this time of year.”
Because there is a phrase that pretty much excuses everything.
“Oh, my, the children are so feral today.”
“Oh, I know. It’s just that time of year.”
“We are just so freaking broke at the moment”.
Big sigh. “Oh, yes. Us too. It’s just that time of year”.
I likes.
I am, by nature, the type of person who will take a good excuse and flog it till it is panting and exhausted and begging for someone to finally give me a good kick up the bum and get my act into gear.
Chronic procrastination is a hobby of mine.
Christmas makes that even easier. Because it’s just that time of year. The house is filthy, but that’s OK, because it’s just that time of year. I have three baskets of unfolded washing sitting on the dining room table, but that’s OK too. Because it’s just that time of year. I am freaking exhausted, but that’s understandable- you see, it’s just that time of year.
I haven’t shaved my legs in a month. that’s actually quite a normal occurrence (Hmmmmm. I really better watch myself. Not so sexy, FormSpring admirer?). But at the moment, I have an excuse. Because it’s just that time of year.
The Man may have fed the one-year old Bump a glass of green cordial today. Also A-OK. Kinda. Sorta. Filling a small child with gratuitous amounts of sugar is certainly not something I’d normally condone.
But it’s just that time of year.
Which is absolutely freaking brilliant.
The truly ridiculous part of all of this is that I’m not even that busy. I get organised early, and then sit back, smug. Wrapped in my smugness. Like a present that’s been wrapped two weeks before Christmas, that’s how smug I am.
And after that, I do.. well… nothing. Taking past disasters into account, I dare not bake. Decorations are minimal, with small children wandering around that will not only destroy said decorations, but quite possibly choke on them.
And still, I am exhausted.
Because it’s just that time of year.
I figure the line is going to be good up until at least the second of January. After the second of January, it will no longer really be any particular “time of the year”. So I will have to put on my big girl panties and get stuck into things find another good excuse.
At least until Easter. Unfortunately, there’s then a huge gap between Easter and next Christmas. And with Christmas comes birthday season in the Purple House, the heat of summer and financial scrimping. Excuses, excuses, excuses. The light at the end of the excruciatingly long tunnel of procrastination.
As I said- I love it.
It’s just this time of year.
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I love the build up and I love the climax of christmas but then this shitty bit before new years just drags on and on….maybe I should take some speed to speed things up – oops what would Mrs Winterpepper say to that? She's probably on her knees in church as we speak
Hey you got the same bon bon toys, which are sames ones I got last year, and the year before, and the previous 20 years before that. Who is in charge of the bon bon toys anyway? They should fire them.
We got one lot of bon bons that were 'Premium'..they had nail clippers in them.
Also, the use of the phrase "It's just that time of the month" will usually stop any further questioning about any topic.
great post! I am going to start using the "it's that time of year" excuse today. I do not want to do any of this laundry I have.
I meant to comment before now but, it's just that time of year. Hope you and your family had a great Christmas.
Stopping in to say a belated "Merry Christmas" from my couch to yours as I can't be bothered getting up and doing anything today….. after-all, it's that time of the year.
Ah, after new year if you have school aged children you can start saying "I'll do it when school starts." eg. There's no point cleaning the house when the kids are on holidays, I'll do it when school starts again." Good for any holiday period really.
I use "that time of year" all year round. It's such a convenient line, it covers everything.
Christmas. New Year. Summer. First week of the new school year. School Holidays. Easter. Winter. Final school term with all its stresses, (exams etc). The lead up to Christmas….
you call that a break lol
you cracker you 
wow! love the lounge room thats what mine looked like the other day them i had to bloomin clean it as the nice mother in law came for lunch hehehehe!
Have a wonderful xmas and New year blah ,blah , heres to a better year hopeing! 2011 xxxx
I've been using that phrase a lot lately. Fortunately for me I am still in school and juggling a full time job and family, so I can always come up with some excuse…"it's midterms", "the boy has football", etc.
holy cow – that was the shortest mini break in history – need to coin a new expression for that one…nano-break perhaps (perhaps not)
Did I mention I don't drink much either…explains the lack of excellent verbosity when not over tired
xxxCate
PS: everyone else is asleep (and the dishes are done) in case you're wondering why the **** I'm reading blogs on xmas day!!