That's what I am, just blooming exhausted. Christmas feels like a million years ago already - it didn't even feel particularly special! We usually get all excited about the possibility of having a white christmas but as we've had snow for the last month that excitement wasn't there. Hubby's shifts meant that he was on a weekend of nights for christmas eve, christmas day and boxing day. They do a draw to see who can have a shift off (they go down to minimum manning) and he managed to get christmas eve and boxing day off but he's then on call to see if he does actually get those shifts off! Waiting 'til 10.30 at night to see if you have to go to work does take the excitement out of it a bit. And my handmade yule list. I'm really pleased with the amount I managed to get done. There were some things I didn't get done, but when I think about the amount of time I didn't spend with the kids, I feel rather sad, and a little bit guilty. I know the older ones arn't that bothered but JJ should have had a little more attention from me. And I apologise if this bit sounds rather ungrateful, but why do people buy crap for gifts. I'd much rather I didn't get anything at all - that the money went to a charity - than some of the gifts I received. That really does sound horrible of me I know, but it's just such a waste of their money, and it's more stuff that will just end up in the charity shop. I'm going to go now before I whinge anymore.