'Tis the season to be ... totally uninspired.

fish pond rocks

The rocks from our little fish pond. There is a constant and amiable battle waged between me and the kids to keep the rocks in the pond.

As you can guess from the water-less state of the above photo, I usually lose.

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Back here I mentioned there were two beyond-busy seasons for me at work?

Observant types may have guessed we're in the throes of the second one.

There's something about a 63 hour week leading into a full weekend in the office that just leaves me a bit flat in the blogging department.

Dunno why.

I've tried to pull it together this week, really I have.

I've rewritten the Christmas meme that's been doing the rounds to make it an Australian Summer Christmas meme. But then I couldn't be bothered answering my own questions and it seemed a bit smart arse to put it up just for other people to do. Do you think?

I wanted to post some party pics but I haven't managed to download them from the camera.

I have some before and after pics of our front garden. Ditto for the camera ennui.

I had some Santa wish list stuff I wanted to record for posterity from the kids, but now I can't find the piece of paper.

I had a rant about the inconsiderate nature of women who give birth in December: aimed largely at my husband's mother, may she rest in peace; but then I realised I couldn't finish it off properly without having a go at the Virgin Mary, and I didn't have the energy to offend anybody as saintly as that.

RSM has definitely gone missing this week, although next week's Christmas one is half-written, so there's a bonus.

You see? I just can't get on top of things.

So in this season of joy and peace, in which I am reminded every year of just how desperately I need a wife, I found myself looking at the fish pond rocks and making a decision.

I have decided to forgive myself for failing to meet my own standards of achievement in the blogging department, and everywhere else, for that matter.

I will forgive myself the last minute gift purchases.

I will forgive myself the store bought cake for The Prof's birthday on Monday.

I will forgive myself the absence of cute home made presents for co-workers next week.

I will forgive myself forgetting to pay the council rates on time.

I wil forgive myself the unsent Christmas cards.

I will forgive myself the failure to blog.

Anyone else need some forgiving? I'm in the mood.

mtc
Bec