December 25, 2014

Madness…Christmas Madness...


So this was the plan for Christmas Eve...Getting up in the morning, finishing a few chores around the house, making a salad and some Christmas punch. Generally taking it super easy as I was so organised this year… I was supposed to be finished by 11am as this was the time I decided to have my nails done (I booked this appointment a few days ago, because I was so sure by 11am I would definitely be done with everything…right…). At 10.30am it became obvious that I was waaay behind the schedule and all I managed to do in the morning was to cook vegetables for the salad. I was smart enough to ask Julian for help (I am one of those control freaks that want to do everything themselves) and while he was vacuuming I was burning my fingers trying to peel hot potatoes and carrots for aforementioned salad…I went to get my Christmas manicure and pedicure, which of course took a while, but I still wasn't panicking about the time, thought I had everything under control. Then I get a text from Julian who said that he forgot but we have to bring three roast chickens for Christmas Day lunch…!!! Ok, at this point I began to suspect that this day is definitely not going to be as relaxed as I planned. I got home with my nails beautifully done and went straight into the kitchen to start making ridiculous amounts of veggie salad. While I was cutting the veggies and I realised my biggest bowl would only fit two ingredients and I needed to fit about ten so I sent Julian to a store to get me a bowl big enough so I can mix everything. He comes back with an enormous bowl that he borrowed from a nearby sushi restaurant…I am feeling a bit panicky as it is already 1pm, salad is not ready, cutting all those veggies is taking way longer that I thought, I haven't even started to make punch, I need to shower, do my hair, do my make up, iron our clothes, Christmas Eve dinner is at 6pm and then Julian announces that his mum, her husband and Julian's brother are coming over for a cup of tea at 5pm…Needles to say, at this point I am panicking…I am still cutting those damn veggies, but fortunately I am adding the last ingredients, and then when I am almost done, I cut my thumb and index finger…Fortunately it is just a scratch but my manicure is ruined! What to do? I finish the salad and decide to go back to the nail salon to have it fixed…I get back home after 4pm, full panic mode is on. I am running around like a mad person, trying to make punch, season the salad and iron at the same time. Then we realised we still didn't buy the chickens for tomorrow so Julian rushes to the supermarket and I go to have a shower. Christmas mood is gone, all I feel is frustration and anger that this day was supposed to be so relaxing…I get dressed, meanwhile Julian comes back with the chickens, which we obviously will have to roast tomorrow. All I have to do now is to blow-dry my hair and put my make up on. I go into the bathroom turn the light on and nothing happens…so I yell to Julian that there is no light in the bathroom. He assures me that it must be a fuse, but it turns out it isn't and there is some sort of power outage in our neighbourhood and power will be back on at 7.30pm! Just perfect! And then our guests arrive…Total madness…..However we managed to get (almost) on time to Christmas Eve dinner and we had a truly amazing time with our loved ones :)
Today, we slept in, had a really slow morning with lots of coffee and cakes and now we are SLOWLY getting ready to go to Christmas Day lunch :) Merry Christmas!

Plan byl taki…wstaje rano, bez pospiechu koncze porzadki, robie salatke i kompot z suszu. Generalnie pelen relaks, bo przeciez w tym roku jestem taka zorganizowana…O 11 mam umowiona wizyte na manikur i pedikur, czyli to do tego czasu ze wszystkim sie uporam, bo jak juz paznokcie beda zrobione, to nie bede nic robic. O 10.30 zaczynam zdawac sobie sprawe, ze moj plan byl baaardzo optymistyczny i, ze zdazylam zaledwie ugotowac warzywa na salatke. Na szczescie bylam na tyle madra, zeby poprosic Juliana o pomoc (normalnie naleze do typu Zosi-Samosi, ktora wszystko musi zrobic sama), wiec gdy On odkurzal, ja parzylam sobie palce obierajac gorace ziemniaki i marchewki na wspomniana salatke. Chcac nie chcac ide zrobic paznokcie, co oczywiscie zajmuje troche czasu, ale jeszcze jestem w dobrym nastroju, bo mysle, ze wszystko mam pod kontrola. I wtedy dostaje sms od Juliana, w ktorym informuje mnie, ze wlasnie sobie przypomnial, ze musimy upiec trzy kurczaki z rozna na jutrzejszy lunch bozonarodzeniowy….!!! W tym momencie zaczynam sobie uswiadamiac, ze ten dzien chyba jednak nie bedzie wygladal tak, jak to sobie wymarzylam. Wracam do domu z moimi pieknymi paznokciami i rzucam sie w wir krojenia niewyobrazalnych ilosci warzyw. Szybko zdaje sobie sprawe, ze najwieksza miska jaka posiadam pomiesci zaledwie dwa skladniki, a w sumie jest ich dziesiec. Wysylam Juliana do sklepu po duza miske, w ktorej bede mogla wszystko wymieszac. Julian wraca za 5 min z ogromna micha, ktora pozyczyl z pobliskiej restauracji…Zaczynam troszke panikowac, bo jest juz 13, salatka wciaz nie jest gotowa, krojenie warzyw zajmuje duzo dluzej niz myslalam, nie zaczelam nawet robic kompotu z suszu, musze wziac prysznic, wysuszyc wlosy, zrobic makijaz, wyprasowac ubrania na wieczor, Wigilia zaczyna sie o 18 i wtedy Julian oznajmia, ze o 17 mamy gosci. Mama Juliana z mezem oraz brat Juliana wpadna na szybka herbate…Moj poziom paniki osiaga apogeum (albo tak mi sie wydaje, bo nie wiem jeszcze co mnie czeka). Dalej kroje te cholerne warzywa, na szczescie dodaje juz ostatnie skladniki i wtedy wlasnie przejezdzam sobie nozem po kciuku i palcu wskazujacym…Chwila grozy, ale sprawdzam, ze palce nadal sa przytwierdzone do mojej dloni, brak krwi, wiec jest dobrze, poza tym, ze manikur jest zrujnowany…Co robic? Koncze ta nieszczesna salatke w myslach obiecujac sobie, ze nawet jej nie tkne, wsiadam do samochodu i jade do salonu, zeby ktos cos zrobil z moimi paznokciami. Do domu wracam po 16, dopiero teraz siegam szczytow paniki. Zaczynam biegac po domu jak oblakana, jednoczesnie probujac przyprawiac salatke, robic kompot i prasowac…Wtedy przypominam sobie, ze dalej nie kupilismy kurczakow na jutro. Wysylam Juliana do supermarketu, a sama lece pod prysznic. Nastroj swiateczny zniknal, zostal zastapiony przez frustracje i gniew, bo mialo byc tak pieknie. Zaczynam sie ubierac, w miedzyczasie wraca Julian z kurczakami, ktore trzeba bedzie upiec jutro. Ale nie jest zle, bo wszystko, co musze zrobic to wysuszyc wlosy i zrobic makijaz. Wchodze do lazienki, wlaczam swiatlo i…i nic. Swiatla brak. Krzycze do Juliana, ze nie ma swiatla w lazience. On zapewnia mnie, ze to na pewno korki. Szybko okazuje sie, ze w naszej dzielmicy jest awaria, ktora zostanie usunieta za 2,5 godziny! No po prostu cudo! I wtedy zjawiaja sie nasi goscie…Zupelne szalenstwo…Jakims cudem (prawie) zdazylismy na Wigilie…Kolacja na szczescie byla bardzo udana, spedzilismy cudowne chwile z najblizszymi, szybko zapominajac o koszarnym dniu :)
Dzis rozpoczelismy dzien bez pospiechu z kawa i ciastem i teraz bardzo POWOLI szykujemy sie do bozonarodzeniowego lunchu, ktory spedzamy z rodzina Juliana. Wesolych Swiat!











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