All good revolutions start with someone losing their sh*t and having enough of a situation.
The French revolution. The Russian revolution. And my own, personal, Christmas revolution.
This is the tale of how it began…
About fifteen years ago, all my friends fell pregnant around me, and I went through IVF, I happily bought all the cherubs birthday and Christmas gifts.
And then, one year, I was suddenly a mum with a cherub… and my friends started having more kids. Pretty soon, no one whom I gave presents to had only one child like I had. Most of them had 3-4 kids.
At first, that wasn’t a problem at all – and certainly not an issue with those closest to me. Gorgeous kids, to gorgeous friends. What a joy to be invited to four of their birthday parties a year. How nice to have friends who included us all the time. That was my attitude – especially as we had been invited somewhere, a gift was a no-brainer.
But where I began to notice a discrepancy was at Christmas. All of a sudden, I would find myself up for 20-25 presents for kids – all at the same time.
It was stressful, coming up with so many different presents – and, admittedly, I just found it an unnecessary expense. All of the kids around us had so much – I began to wonder if presents from non-family at Christmas was really necessary?
With a couple of my friends at the time, I tried to suggest a Kris Kringle of sorts – but they didn’t like that because my son would still get a present from everyone, but a couple of their kids wouldn’t get one from us.
Hmmm… that was the first warning sign with these particular friends. They didn’t want any of their kids to miss out, and that was perhaps fair enough. But then… they also didn’t want to not do presents at all. That’s the point of Christmas, they would argue – gifts for kids.
Secretly, I thought we’d be better off donating goods to Christmas appeals – which would also be sticking to the “point of Christmas” – but I wasn’t strong enough at the time to say that.
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Sleep deprive them for a week before Xmas Eve and voilà – Xmas morning you get a sleep-in until 9:45am and photos where you both look crazy-alert for the whole day. You’re welcome. Hope everyone’s had a joyous and peaceful day. ???????????????? #xmasmiracle #merryxmas #christmas2017 #parentingwin
So, I went along like this for a few of years, until one year, we exchanged gifts with one of my friends with four kids – and sh*t got real.