Christmas Time For Mom’s.

Merry-ChristmasOf course it’s the most wonderful time in the year… and we’ve all seen the trailers for bad mom’s. We know it. We go through it. The insomnia and anxiety that Christmas brings in brightly wrapped presents and stocking stuffers.

I sit and think “omg we didn’t do enough “Christmas stuff” leading up to Christmas!” We didn’t go to the downtown light up because kiddo was sick… we missed skating with Santa due to some family craziness that had mom out of the house and busy for 10 hours that day (and dad ended up being super busy as well.) We didn’t go to a single craft fair. We only did like 3 things and for some reason that puts a weight on my shoulders because there’s supposed to be some magical build of events!

I overspent like an idiot this year. Why? Because I can’t even care if my kid is “interested” in the “hot” toys this year… like a maniac I went out and bought them anyways because if my kid doesn’t have them he might not be popular. Of course my child wants things that exist only in CHINA so I ordered them months ago and pretty much sat in anticipation biting my nails and praying to the UPS gods that they’d get here. Of course there’s the advent calendar that also has some gifts in it as well (because we can’t just NOT get anything the entire month of December.) There’s also a gift from the damn elf on the shelf (who has moved every night and cannot be doing the same thing that the elf in the classroom is doing so I have to wrack my brain figuring out two friggan elves.)

We’re also hosting Christmas morning for my family because Christmas seems to be a week long thing… Day before Christmas is for friends to come over and visit open house style, Christmas Eve is dinner and gifts at my parents, Christmas Day is breakfast and more gifts here, then Christmas Day Eve is back up to my parents, Boxing day is for hubby’s sister and what not to come over, and THEN we have my uncle, aunt and cousin and her kids and hubby coming over for an appie dinner and gifts. #@%* !

So my house needs to look like the Taj Mahal… I also need to make sure that I look half presentable (or fake it.) Along with making sure my husband and child don’t look like they’re homeless in sweats and torn t-shirts.

Why the hell do I do this to myself? I’m pretty sure it’s a right of passage to being a mom… to make the holidays some magical event and hope to whatever diety is up there when your kid finally discovers that Santa isn’t real that they can sit back and be like “wow that was mom who did all that… she rocks!” Instead of screaming that they hate you and will never trust another word out of your mouth ever again. Luckily the magic is still alive here for another year.

So to all of you wonderful mom’s out there who are wracking their brains out, crying in the bathroom, staying up late wrapping, and trying to make sure everyone else has a good time. Merry Christmas ❤



About vanitymom

I'm here to talk about not only the joys of motherhood but also the (not so much joys) of living in a high society world that you're judged upon your looks... where I live you need to be a 7 to gain beach access, an 8 to walk around half naked in the summertime and atleast a 9 to hold your head up high. I'm Vanity Mom. I will be talking about things such as parenting (of course) beauty tips for moms, exercise, and eating healthy... all while doing this with a kid biting the hell out of your leg because he's teething.
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