One day til everyone back to school

It's 11.15 on Wednesday, 6th January.  I can hear the kids shouting and telling each they are each the boss of each other and I am here in an untidy kitchen typing this. 
Christmas rocked, dinner on Christmas Eve is definitely the way to go but jesus, am I tired.  Kids are like weasels we have . . . . . . a rat in the back garden!!!!  And the dog has gone missing.  Again. 
Yeah, a rat.  A healthy wee male rat if I'm not mistaken.  I shouldn't, I really shouldn't but y'know I'm really impressed with him.  He shimmies up Oscar's tree in the back garden to get at the fat balls hung there for the birds and will sit on the other bird feeder sticking his paw through the wire to get at the peanuts.  Still, die he must and poison has been put down.   Poor ratty.  Actually, it wouldn't be so bad if Ratty was just Ratty but I'm sure there is a Mrs. Ratty and several young ratties around too and that is not allowed. 
Don't you love how your garden looks so nice when covered in snow and you can't actually see all the bleaggh/dead plants underneath?
Have already taken in first three orders for cakse this year which is brilliant.  Hopefully I can push people away from the Buttons Cake now as I'm tired of that one.  Don't care if it's pretty I'm sick of making buttons and then having to sew, yeah!!!  seriously!!!!, them onto the cake.  Going to send off to the icing company in Uk I used for Superman to get a Wolvervine pic made up for Oscar.  Fingers crossed it'll look great.  Oh, new years resolution . . . this year my kids get birthday cakes!  Esp, Arthur.
Apparently, judging from noises coming through ceiling, something is NOOOOOT FAAAAAAAAAAAAAIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, it would appear Harry is trying again to be boss of the other two.  The other two are now muttering something about forming a union.  Aaaagh.  One more day.
Is it just me or does everyone else HATE taking down the christmas decs?  You have such fun putting them up (in your head), listing to carols (in your head), everyone getting along (in your head) . . . Y'can see where I'm going with this.  Basically, every year I think we'll have a lovely day puttting up the decorations and being a family.  Listening to Carols and having a glass of wine (me and D) and Coke (the kids drug of choice).  Eating chocolates and y'lnow, having a great time.  When in reality it's more like I drag everything down, put everything up, scream at kids and hubbie for being unhelpful bastards.  Get upset that no one ever helps and then get a bit cross eyed when they do.  (Kids not being clued in to my vision of christmas this year).  Kids had their own tree this year and I didn't touch it once to er, eh, balance it out a bit until it fell over and it had to be done.  I promise it fell over by itself.  Actually my friend Gill knocked it over when putting up a blind for me.  Still, it looked lovely after.
Anyway, yeah, decorations going up are lovely if a little tense but coming down?!?!?  I always do that alone and it drives me mad.  Hate taking the wretched things down and trying to pack them away so they don't get trashed.  Hate trying to put paperchains into a big box instead of just being realistic and binning them.
Bah bloody humbug.  Hate January.

Only good thing about it is the kids go back to school!