It’s December 23rd and I’m done. The kids can stuff their own freaking stockings, the elf can bugger off early to the top of the cupboard in the laundry. And I never thought I’d say this but Mariah… shush. Just. Shush.
The truth of the matter is that Christmas is just a brutally laborious time for women. I’m perplexed as to how we have come so incredibly far in terms of gender equality, and yet Christmas pops up at the end of every year and shakes her disappointed head at the ‘feminists’ who adorably thought they were making actual progress.
But that’s ok… like good ol’ Glennon Doyle says, ‘we can do hard things!’ Right?
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Wrong. I mean… not totally wrong, but kind of wrong. I can do hard things. But I don’t particularly want to right now. I’m quite tired of the hard things. After doing 11 months of hard things I’d really like to do some ‘numbing’ and ‘escape-y’ things like crawling into a cupboard with some Prosecco and Lindt balls that were meant to be for my neighbour.
My message groups between my sisters and friends all echo the same sentiments…
…can this just be over now?
…how is it not Boxing Day already?
…can one of you ladies wake me up when this sh*t is done?
Which is really incredibly sad because I/we don’t want to feel like this. We want to feel sparkly with joy and magic and warmed by connection and love. We want to be together and make memories and feel stuffed with good food and gratitude. We don’t want to wish this time away… but the reality is, we are.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock (please let me join you for a few days - did I mention I have Lindt balls) you would be familiar with the term ‘the mental load’ thanks to the French Comic, Emma and a subsequent viral article by Gemma Hartley published by Harper’s Bazaar in 2017.