Merry Christmas? Merry kiss my ass

Christmas brings out the panic in me.

Every year it’s the same – trop de shopping, merde.  Trop de work, merde.  Trop de parties, merde.  Trop de deadlines, merde.  Trop de people, merde.

But hey, it’s kind of fun at the same time.

I spent the weekend getting le FP ready to leave for Montréal – and kind of paid no attention to the fact that I leave tomorrow. 

I leave tomorrow for a week in the UK before I go join him.

Hmm.  This leaves me with four hours this evening to pack, go see friends, finish the christmas shopping, find a home for two fucking nuisance cats that hate me and tidy the house for the people who are staying there while we’re away.

*everybody run round and shout panic!*

So, this all sounds like I’m complaining, but I’m not.  Well not really.  Ha ha.

I kind of understand that all of this added pressure is there simply because I’m leaving on a fancy pants trip, blah blah blah.  Ha ha.

This time next week I’ll be flat out in Air France business class, champagne in hand, heading to Montréal, to the snow and to my boy. 

My heart is full, my head is aching and I can’t see the wood for the trees, but hey – every time it gets too much I see that glass of champagne and it all starts to be worth it.

Let’s just hope that I get there without having a nervous breakdown, ha ha.