My pantry is full of stale cookies, candy wrappers, a few random toys, and a pair of earbuds.
The pile of wrapping paper rolls are still sitting next to my bed
Every once in a while, when I get up for my late-night pee, I step on a roll and send a nice “WTF” out into the universe. I need to take care of it, but the energy hasn't come to me yet. It's been sopped up by trying to get the kids back into some sort of routine, which is looking bleak.
The wreath on my door is drier than my hair was in college when I’d bleach it, and my "baggy" leggings are too tight.
I’m not sure if my constant headache is from sugar withdrawals or the fact my kids have been home from school for over a week. It’s probably a mixture of both. Also, I’m pretty sure I have a new cavity, so it could be that.
I love the holidays more than a 4-year-old loves being set loose in a toy store
But when it’s over, after I’ve overindulged in every way and done all the festive AF things with my kiddos, my hangover knocks on my door, lets itself in and says, ”How do ya like the holidays now?!”
I feel so overwhelmed on December 26, I’m not sure if I should start Marie Kondo-ing my life or set my place on fire.
I know I’m not the only one who feels the wrath of the holidays.
Not only do you have to de-Christmas, detox, and de-brat your kids (because they’ve gotten used to people stopping by with gifts for them on the regular) — simply saying goodbye to the holidays is hard.
I love waking up and seeing the twinkly lights and watching holiday shows with my kids. Getting together with family makes me realize what life is really about.
And, I can’t lie, I love using the holidays as an excuse to be extra
Have the extra glass of wine — it’s the holidays.
Sample every kind of cheese at the party — it’s the holidays.
Buy one for your friend/sister/mom, then one for you — it’s the holidays.
Then, suddenly, the excuse to live my best life is ripped away and I'm faced with the aftermath of what I've done to my waistline and bank account for the past two months.
Let’s not forget that I can no longer use Santa as a way to bribe my kids to behave, which really bites.
We're all coming down from a holiday high right now
It sucks, but we’re in this together.
If you’re anything like me, you’ve told yourself at least 10 times that you’re going to scale back next year, so you don’t have to deal with the tragedy known as a holiday hangover.
But we all know you'll go just as big and do just as much for everyone in your family as usual, because that's what moms do.
You'll just deal with it. You'll clean up the mess and get everyone back on track while sucking up the pain.
Because that's what moms do, too.
