This plus that equals…. Christmas stress
Here’s the latest instalment in my series of posts all about what makes our lives here at home tick. This week is all about the stresses of Christmas.
These are all entirely of my own making and overall Christmas is still my favourite thing ever, but I don’t want you to think that just because my Instagram is filled with elves and crafts there hasn’t been a serious amount of gin and crying in the kitchen involved as well.
It’s all on me
To be fair this is the main stress. Everything falls on me. Arranging seeing all the family and friends we need to see, present buying, food shopping, fun and games, card sending and house decorating. It’s all me. Plus Christmas is a really busy time at work, what with it being retail and all and yeah it’s pretty busy on the blog front too. Gift guides to be written and I’m an Elves Behavin’ Badly brand ambassador this year. I feel like I don’t have time to breath.
Making it magical
I really want every day to be special and magical for L. I love seeing the wonder in his eyes and excitement in his face. So I will make sure we go to see some amazing Christmas lights, we will see Father Christmas, we’ll dance and sing to Christmas music and make festive treats together.
All this magic is flippin’ exhausting though and if we go somewhere and he doesn’t enjoy it, you know, because he’s four and has a tendency to hate things I’ve put a lot of effort into, well that genuinely hurts.
Not enough time
It’s already nearly a week into December and I’ve still gt all of the cards to write and post. All of the presents to deliver. There’s my work party, a local blogger party, L’s nursery party and husb’s work party to be factored in. Plus friends to see, car MOT and service, cat boosters and other normal life things to fit in. When I actually start to think about how I’m going to manage it all I can feel my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry. So when people ask when I’m free to catch up and arrange something that’s not happening until well into next year, do not be surprised when I say ‘not until next year’!
It’s not all Instagram perfect
Not surprisingly it does get to me. But as I don’t want to remember the part when I’m ugly crying on the kitchen floor I’m not going to share it on social media to remind me forevermore. Who wants that you’ve got memories notification from Facebook to tell them about that. Not me!
It’s not just the breakdowns though, I spent ages this evening attaching elves to balloons and balloons to invisible thread to hang from the ceiling. I got the pictures. They look awesome. Everything has since fallen to the ground and I’m going to have to bodge it before bed so the kid can wake up to something cool. As an ambassador though, I’m 100% sharing the good pictures, sorry, but I am.
None of it stops me loving Christmas
Would I actually change anything? No! Well I’d get my husband to actually help and maybe write out a card or buy a present for his own family, but I’ve not seen any pigs flying recently and I’ve got to remain realistic with my wishes.
For every breakdown I have or elf related mishap I suffer there are ten times more amazing moments that make it all worthwhile. Even though my chest might feel tight with anxiety, my heart is warm and filled with joy. It’s all a balancing act and overall it is worth it.
So I’m going to carry on stretching myself too thin and sharing all the best bits, because those bits are what I have worked so hard for and they are the bits I want to remember. I’ll also be a teeny, tiny bit jealous of the mums out there who don’t do elves or Christmas eve boxes and are wise enough to be actual grown ups. I am none of those things. I am just a giant, Christmas fuelled child.
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