I was driving home last weekend from an end of school year playdate for my 9-year-old son. Having spent 45 minutes trying to coax him away from the snack table and into the car, I dared to utter the words to him that no child likes to hear when they are in the car and very nearly home.
"I just need to stop at the shops.”
I braced myself for his loud and emphatic protest as he strongly objected to my polite request, I had to silently agree with him. Given how close it is to Christmas, any trip to any shop has the potential to end... badly. The queues. The volume of people, the rush. The sensory overload. I had only done a grocery shop the day before I reprimanded myself for my poor planning, because here I was, once again, needing to go to the shops again, knowing full well that this would not be my last trip for the week, anyway.
About this time every year, is when I start to mentally form my own 'I Don't' list. That is, the list of things I'm not taking on, opting out of, or setting boundaries around, just to get to the other side of the break. It's all in the name of lightening the mental load, where convenience (and my mental health, as the one steering this ship) is a blessing.
With holidays on our doorstep and Christmas around the corner, the mental load of any parent is exacerbated, and it feels like a lot. The list of things we need to do, meant to do, should do extends beyond what is realistically achievable. There is little to be festive about when the emotional labour has many of us feeling grinch-like and grumpy.