I'm happy. My Christmas shopping is done. Christmas baking done. C has finished school. Tomorrow E finishes. A sleep-in beckons on Thursday. Christmas functions done. I don't have to venture to the shops anymore (except for food). Happy.
But secretly I'm just a little disappointed. I like the bustle of last minute shopping. I love the hustle on the street. The Christmas carols competing on the shop sound systems . The buskers. The impulse buying. Spending just a bit too much on something frivolous.
Maybe I need to go buy myself a gift on Christmas Eve?