And this is AFTER many HOURS of breaking down Barbie Doll boxes, digging through bags to make sure we aren’t throwing away instruction manuals, picking up every little twisty tie, wading through a sea of chocolate wrappers and broken candy canes. 🤣🎄
I tried this year. While we were opening gifts, we would pause between “rounds” to throw all the boxes and wrapping paper into a massive pile by the kitchen trash can. We would take the allotted 12+ minutes to cut the toy out of the, what I’m assuming is, military grade plastic using my sewing scissors and husband using his pocket knife. (Dad Mode❤️)
After hours of work, I had a headache and needed to take a nap before venturing out to the next family Christmas gathering. When out in the living room there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. It was my 4 children fighting over who ate whose Christmas Haribo gummy bears and who stole whose bath bombs and such. The trash seemed to have doubled. Not to mention someone had spilled powdered candy all across the house, locations including couch cushions and my husbands fancy dapper church shoes 🤦♀️
I ignored it.
Came home from my parents Christmas get together and kept ignoring it.
A new headache developed so I slept until NOON.
I woke up and took some ibuprofen and then kept ignoring it.
Finally, I had a mommy “freak out” and just started rampaging. I worked, yelled to kids for backup, ran to the dumpster in my socks like 6 times, somehow in the midst prepared lunch 🤔, and eventually landed with a house that looks like the “after” photo above. Whew!
Christmas is so Magical but SO EXHAUSTING for moms.
Can’t wait to do it again in 364 days though 🎄