In German, we call this time between Christmas and New Year ‘zwischen den Jahren’ – between the years. A bit of a non-time, I feel. It’s not a time of doing, or new beginnings, not yet. It’s not quite Christmas any more, not quite the end of the year, not quite the new year yet. Not quite anything.
I’d like to say it’s a time of letting Christmas linger, of quiet reflection, of anticipation and plan-making.
In reality, patience is wearing thin this weekend. A certain three-year-old has developed a quick temper. I’m hoping it’s just a phase, maybe one that will come to an end when he turns four (in less than two weeks!!). We’re having a hard time getting going in the mornings, everything is taking too long, the days are too short and too rainy. I wish I had the house to myself for a few hours to give it a thorough cleaning and then eat a tub of ice cream.
Some things are getting done. The boys’ Christmas cardigans are all finished and buttoned and looking cute, although said toddler (can you still call him that? Maybe just these few short weeks still..) will only wear his when he is bribed, of course. The baby seems happy with his, at least.
I printed out two copies of Unravelling the Year Ahead by Susannah Conway (it’s a free download and looks fabulous), and I’m looking forward to sitting with the Mr tomorrow evening, and making a little bit of space for all that reflection, anticipation and plan-making.
In the meantime, I’m trying my best to move through these days in between with grace and humour and a secret chocolate stash in the kitchen cabinet.
Speaking of chocolate, did I mention I started to exercise again this week? En route to my pre-baby(-pre-Christmas) body. I’m not sure if it helps that I reward myself with extra mince pies, but then, it’s not the new year yet. Not the time for resolutions and discipline yet (not that I’m one for New Year’s resolutions much anyway). It’s not all bad that we’re just in between for now.