The opposite

Last week it was all the nice things, this week I'm having a moan. I am aware that I may have moaned about this last year, and I apologise if this is old news, but it bugs me so I'm letting go again. 

It's Christmas time and we, like most families, buy the big tubs of chocolates - Quality Street, Heroes etc. Now in these tubs we all have our favourites be it the purple one, the toffees or the soft centres. I have my favourites and my family have theirs. Now the problem is that I definitely have my favourites but I don't actually dislike any of them. I mean, hey, they are made of chocolate! However, no one else will eat the coconut ones! The coconut ones are my least favourite, but I'll eat them (I refer to my previous comment that they are still chocolates). So we all tuck into our favourites (I love the soft centres, Mark loves the toffees, not sure about Ellie and Isaac). I ignore the coconut ones because I do NOT love them! This means all the chocolates are eaten except them. They are always left in the tub, then I'll eat them because there's nothing else left. This makes my family mad (i.e. Mark). He thinks I should not eat my favourites and I should tuck into the blue ones (or Bounty's) while he eats all his favourites. This is unfair and I want it on record! It's not my fault he (nor Isaac) eat them! But I want to eat the ones I really want just like they do. If they are the only ones left then that's their hard cheese, and yes I will eat them! They're not getting chucked in the bin, after all, they are made of chocolate!!

I thought of a great present for Isaac. (Obviously I can't tell you here). I was worried that Mark would tell me I was daft. Ellie has already told me that I'm daft but what does she know? I'm confident Isaac will love it - and if he doesn't, I will. So rather than discuss it with hubby (in case he says no) I've gone ahead and bought it. They'll both get a suprise. I have promised Ellie that if she is correct and if I'm not allowed to keep it for myself after Isaac looks at me as if I'm mad, it will be returned to the shop. So here goes. Will Santa get a gold point or are my deep seated worries coming to fruition? I shall let you know ha ha ha, or ho ho ho!

The beauty of life is in small moments, not big events.