After Christmas I don’t know if anyone told you this, I hope they have… but if not here it goes.
Chances are you budgeted for over a month to put a smile on your kid’s face this Christmas.
You did the last minute Christmas shopping, I saw you there… at Kmart on Christmas Eve as we all frantically ran around for that one person that we don’t want to feel forgotten about on Christmas.
Found the f*king sticky tape and scissors and wrapped whole lots of sh*t while hiding, or rushing or staying up way later than you wanted to. We weren’t all born with a passion for wrapping presents and decorating trees… I see you.
Stayed up until every one of your nosey stealth kids fell asleep, even the ones who pretend to sleep, had really fallen asleep so you could put the presents under the tree.
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Woke up at 5am, even if you were up all night breastfeeding because even sleeping kids know… it’s present time.
Handed the credit over to a make-believe old man.
Received nothing, or maybe a candle and a card and were happy as Larry with that.
Sucked a whole lot of eggs… bit your tongue while your family-in-law judged your lifestyle or made snide remarks or told you how “lucky” you are to have a partner like yours, while they necked another beer and revelled in the glory of their existence and your biological family judged you for not moving on.
Made the f*cking food. Not because you wanted to, but because nice food is important to you. Because the smell of it being cooked is an important memory for your kids.
And watched it gather flies because your aunty-in-law brought the winning roast beef…
Drove hundreds of miles to see your grandkids.
Did a Christmas child handover with the ex, holding back tears, pretending everything is just fine.