Man, it's a CRAZY time of year! I know it's cliche, and I know that we all say it, but it is a mad house. I feel like the world may be slightly tilting off its axis with the weight of added to-do list items on scraps of paper right now.
Like many an Aussie mum, I feel like I’m running anywhere between 95 and 115 per cent capacity at any given time. And somewhere in this motherhood journey, I seem to have lost the ability to say no. So the list of extra duties that just keeps growing has taken its toll this week.
I have rushed from one end of the world to the other, to Christmas parties, dance rehearsals, appointments and shops. I have bought seven plates, wrote 19 cards, wrapped 13 gifts, sewn one costume, dropped off six boxes of toys and clothing to the op shop and locked my keys in the boot in the process.
I have forgotten to buy dance concert tickets, lost a $50 gift card and had a particularly alarming tap on the shoulder by my three-year-old, (I was driving down the freeway at 110km at the time). Looking for somewhere to pull over on the M1, (there is no such thing), with the soundtrack of my five-year-old repeatedly yelling, “the police are going to put us in jail”, whilst gently talking a very proud escape artist back into his seat - it had all the intensity of a hostage negotiation.
I digress. The last straw for me was when a particularly abrasive trainer at boot camp told us that we all had to wear something Christmassy to training (on a 35-degree day) or we would have to do 50 extra burpees. I mentally threw up my hands and yelled “I’m out!”
And then I quit boot camp and lived happily ever after. Because I can take a lot but I draw the line at rudely enforced Christmas spirit, some things are sacred.
Merry Christmas, I hope you all find the time to do the things that are important to YOU this week.
xox Babs (Digital Editor)
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