If you remember my summer OOO, you’ll know the Highland Coos had the right idea: stand in a field, look majestic, and ignore everyone. Well, I’ve officially taken their lead for the Christmas break. My pasture has simply moved indoors for the winter.

The Reality on the Ground:

I am currently submerged in a house full of foster kids, birth kids, and teens who are all firmly in residence. I’ve already survived the local cinema’s Polar Express screening—a room full of under-10s in pyjamas is, quite frankly, my limit for “festive spirit” for the entire year. My ability to “people” is currently operating on emergency power.

Husband’s Christmas Adventure:

My husband is now home for the holidays and is currently “discovering” the true meaning of household chaos. I’m mostly staying offline so I can properly enjoy the view while I laugh at him trying to figure out where everything is, how the washing machine works, and why there’s glitter everywhere. It’s quite the spectator sport.

My “Working” Lies:

My “office” is just a corner of the kitchen. If you see me tapping away at The Art of Stupidity, do not be fooled into thinking I’m being productive. I am merely using the laptop as a shield to avoid being asked where the sellotape is, why we’re out of milk, or what’s for tea for the fifth time in an hour. It’s a tactical retreat, pure and simple.

The Rules of Engagement (for the next few weeks):

• Urgency: Unless something is literally on fire and within three feet of my desk, it can wait. Seriously.
• The Kids: Christmas is magical for kids, and mine are my absolute priority right now. If you know a kid in care—or a foster carer—give them some extra slack this month. It’s a total minefield of emotions for everyone involved, and they need us in their corner.
• The Health: I’ll be over here trying to navigate the glorious, carb-filled minefield of mince pies and festive snacks without my blood sugar staging a full-blown protest. Wish me luck.

I’ll be back in the “work pasture” on Tuesday, 6th January 2026. Until then, I hope your Christmas is filled with whatever magic (or strategic hiding) you need.

Merry Christmas,

Connie www.3rdsss.com | www.theartofstupidity.com