Holidays Schmolidays

It has been 3 days since my last christmas party, and I still haven't decided if I had a good time or not. There were a few great moments over the long weekend, but also some horrible ones.

I'd consider the following to be good points:
-We got some great gifts.
-The food was amazing.
-I got to spend some quality time with my baby sister Bella.
-We weren't rushing around nearly as much as we were last year.

And the not-so-good points:
-Sam and I had a couple of big fights about going to multiple family parties.
-After going to a lot of effort to give a nice personalised gift to my Kris Kringle recipient, I got a gift card from my KK, which is really just lazy.
-Staying with Sam's parents for the weekend was awkward at times when his parents would argue.
-I had a splitting headache on Christmas Day that just wouldn't go away.
-We didn't get to spend any time with Sam's extended family.

So in summary, it was an ok weekend, but if I want to have good memories of Christmas 2011 I need to focus on remembering Bella sitting on my knee eating the 'tanas' out of my plum pudding, and not the fuming silences after Sam told me he didn't want to spend time with my family.

I'll leave you now with a modern christmas song by one of my favourite comedians Tim Minchin. This song made me cry twice, and pretty much sums up a typical Aussie Christmas like the ones I grew up with.

Its nearly two in the morning, and I cannot sleep. Either Sam is snoring in my ear, or there is a cat trying to sleep in the crook of my neck. Or Sam will have an episode of sleep apnea and stop breathing altogether, in which case I thump him on the back until the obnoxiously loud snoring starts again, all the while lamenting that I will make him get a referral to an Ear/Nose/Throat specialist in the morning.

So now, after three and a half hours of trying to sleep, I'm wide awake in a deathly quiet little town where everyone else is sleeping. Except of course for the cats, who are having a mad half hour and darting around the lounge room chasing the shadows cast by the dimmed lights.

Its a funny thing being awake in the middle of the night. I feel like I can do anything, even though there is actually only a small amount of things I can accomplish. Washing the dishes would be too noisy, Its too dark out to go for a run, I'm too tired to bake anything. But now is the perfect time to write a blog post.

When I started this blog I told myself 'I'll post 10 times a week!' and 'I'll take heaps of interesting photographs for my blog!' and 'I'll have a strict schedule of blogging topics to cover!'. Now I realise that I was setting myself up for failure. I'm not going to post everyday all the time. I'm not a great photographer. Schedules of topics kill my muse. So my new goals are these:

-Take the time to write a post about the things I find interesting.
-Try to blog at least once a week.
-Try to get into the habit of taking more photos.

Hopefully the things I find interesting will interest my readers too, if there are any out there.

I think I am getting drowsy now, and should tuck myself back into bed. But who knows, there may be a 3am post if I have no luck drifting off.