Christmas Day – is it over yet?

All I need all not too bad today.  8.30 wake up call which was way better than expected. I spent most of last night binge watching series 1 of Grantchester and getting presents sorted.  Shane has man flu and was banished upstairs too.  3 cups of tea in peace I had!!  Bliss I love Christmas Eve way more than Christmas Day which I always feel is a bit deflating.

Anyway Reilly got lots of presents but had spent most of the day riding our sweeping brush as a horsey or trying to ride Ellis’s Segway.  He has a new bubble lamp which has a new addition other than the fish.


No fear Reilly is terrifying me with his Segway antics. Ellis is under strict instructions to never leave it unattended. God knows Reilly doesn’t need any help to go any faster.

He’s done well this morning considering all of our visitors but has insisted on opening EVERYONES presents.  Dinner was cooked at my Mam’s and myself and Ellis went there for dinner and brought Shane and Reilly’s home. Not ideal but necessary in the circumstances. Poor Shane has just returned from a freezing cold Blyth beach to run off some of Reilly’s simmering meltdown. Tiredness, a touch of cold and a bit overwhelmed he’s done for today and poor Shane is having dinner on his knee watching Shrek the Halls.  Is it over yet?

I cant wait for Reilly to go to sleep so I can have a go of my new makeup. Shane did well this year. I’m a make do kind of girl. I’ve  recently gone from scraping my rimmel hide the blemish with my finger to using the pointy bit of a pen top. Sad I know. My only brush is my right index finger used for every product. So watch this space. Maybe he’s telling me something ….




When Reilly met Santa 

Did some Christmas prep this afternoon with Reilly by taking him to see Fenwicks window in all its Beatrice Potter finery.  Ellis missed this trip out claiming our outing to be utter crap.

We got out the car which was parked behind the City Hall and just emerging from the side door was the finest Santander I’ve ever seen!!  Unsure Reilly kept walking but changed his mind a little further down the street and went back.  Santa swiftly dropped his tab and beckoned Reilly to come closer asking if he’d been a good lad this year in broad geordie.  I gave him the he can’t talk whisper and I saw a little glint in his eye that he keeps for special occasions then proceeded to tell me his grandson is autistic too. Gutted no photo but not something I’d cajole Reilly into he leads the way on who gets in his personal space not us. 

Reilly s interest lasted approximately 20 seconds before he attempted a stage invasion via the side door. 

Rounding the corner onto Northumberland Street all the lights were on and a bloke playing careless whisper on his trumpet,  perfection! there was a massive queue to see Fenwicks window no way were we standing in that so we nestled in a tiny gap that had formed while another family were delayed moving on with excess ooohing and ahhhing. 

Face flat against the window he took in the scene long enough for me to take a photo and he was off.  Zero interest.  
Such a good lad though today despite a couple of breaks for freedom trip was a success.  Even a look in the Disney Shop and left without a purchase! 

Visiting a reindeer is next on the agenda.  Slowly slowly catchy Christmas. 

The Nightmare before Christmas

I never dreamt I had the conversation the other day with my Mam about xmas dinner and where that would take place because she was actually panicking.

While everyone loves a bit of christmas planning ours actually needs a yuletide strategist. A trouble shooter who will identify the hiccups before they happen, not such thing you say?  That’ll be me then!

Problem 1. Christmas Tree

Reilly will NOT leave the christmas tree alone.  He adores it but likes it lying down rather than standing up.  So after seeking advice this year I shall be buying a pop up christmas tree with sewn on baubles.  I spent approx 200 hours last year picking up baubles and I didn’t enjoy it.  I also had to modify the christmas tree stand several times as the legs snapped off one by one, always wonky like the Leaning Tower of Jesus.  Keep your fingers crossed for me this one works and it will  be up by Monday.

Problem 2. Presents

Reilly has so much Thomas Trackmaster and Cars figures that it makes me feel queasy just looking at them when I know EVERY SINGLE PIECE has to be emptied onto the floor when he’s playing with them and subsequently picked up by me 365 days a year. I don’t want anymore but other than floorboards he doesn’t really play with anything else.

He also insists on opening everyone else’s presents which doesn’t go down well with the rest of the family.

Problem 3. Christmas Dinner

My Mam & Dad came to me last year and Reilly slept right through dinner.  It was brilliant but I’m not lucky enough for that to happen twice so it needs to be planned.  We don’t want Reilly the greek smashing up the dinner table and there’s a 99% chance he will.  Will be prepared at Mam’s with the option of takeaway back to my house if required.

Problem 4. The Magic

I HATE that he can’t tell me how excited he is and I HATE that i’m not sure he understands what exactly is going on.  I show him christmas cartoons and photos of Santa all the time and i’m pleased to say he now links Santa with presents so I’m really hoping we get a glimmer of magic this christmas eve.

I imagine in his head he’s thinking what the hell is the silly cow doing throwing my craft glitter and porridge in the garden.  I will continue to do it though quite possibly past his 18th birthday.

Cinema on christmas eve – no chance.

Pantomime – no chance.

A split in the family to make sure Ellis doesn’t miss out is essential.  Every year Reilly is a little better so here’s hoping.

Problem 5. Expect the Unexpected

Christmas brings way more callers to the door and we really can’t do anything about that, I love visitors, they sometimes wash my dishes. Alas it’s another thing the Reilly doesn’t like. I would love to be able to go visiting on christmas day but the chaos that christmas can bring isn’t a comfortable place for Reilly.

I think Santa may have more in common with our cherubs than I thought though.  He wears the same clothes all the time.  He checks who’s naughty or nice (no inbetween), he makes lists and checks them, he is pretty isolated and works when everyone is sleeping, he squeezes into tight spaces and doesn’t give a shit that its weird letting himself in people’s homes and leaving presents, he only eats beige food cookies and pies and he has one hell of a routine.