To the mum who starts out loving Christmas each year, but has to struggle through many an imperfection to get you through the run up and to the big day itself.
To the mum who put her whole heart into making cupcakes for the school bake sale and died inside when she saw their decrepit selves next to their perfectly created and iced counterparts.
To the mum whose Christmas “craft” endeavours left glitter explosions and glue mountains which made you and all those pretty creations on Pinterest want to sob in pity a big fat pity party dedicated to you.
To the mum whose Christmas cheer is flagging already on day 13 of advent and has peaked too early on in the never ending build up.
To the mum who would really just like Santa to bring her an agreeable family this Christmas.
To the mum who hasn’t been organised yet another year to dive into the trend of Christmas jumpers.
To the mum who can’t keep up with the bajillion notes in the school book bag about what you need to bring in when.
To the mum who has no possible idea how she is going to return everything single Christmas card from your child’s class because you’re flagging already on the fourth.
And to the mum who has sent literally not one of her own, messed up on ordering the school Christmas cards, and has no idea how these people have the time to create magical bespoke family Christmas cards.
To the mum who has spent the run up to Christmas in a bevvy of cold, flu and sickness bugs, leaving you with about as much energy for Christmas as a sloth on its last legs.
To the mum who is already dreading the wrapping of a bajillion Christmas presents, of which half the time will be spent scrabbling around for the end of the sellotape.
To the mum who is sick of being on the verge of a cardiac every time the Amazon delivery man almost beats down your door to deliver something whilst someone in your house is supposed to be sleeping for something you didn’t even order. But yes – you’ll take it for the neighbour.
To the mum who has lost count of the number of times her child has whined about anything to do with Christmas and chocolate.
To the mum who has is literally sick of repeating the facts about what will be happening on Christmas day to little ears -yes it was endearing the first few times but not now on the twentieth.
To the mum who almost choked on the snow spray…and whose snowflakes look nothing like the ones on the windows at Starbucks…or snowflakes at all really. Just white mess on the window.
To all these mums….I just want to say it’s ok. You’re not alone. We will survive yet another imperfect Christmas. Let’s take the pressure off ourselves and be ok with all our imperfections. And leave the “perfect” Christmases of the TV adverts and magazines, down to the experts. After all – it’s only Christmas, and we’re not saving lives here….and….well all of this is not really what Christmas is about anyway, is it?
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