St. Nicholas, pray for us. Nope. Scratch that. Pray for ME. And, every other Mom on the planet!

We’re all fine and blessed and all those things but…Holiday season is BANANAS! 

Here’s an example of a typical December day: 

My kids have a different Holiday themed “dress out” day until Dec. 20th; while I was trying to figure out if it is “crazy sock” day or “hat day”…the dog ate my 9 year olds beloved “lovey” (it was a complete murder scene, screaming & yelling —I actually cried from shock.) Additionally, this morning I casually announced to my kids that we aren’t sending out a family Christmas card this year (due to poor planning on my part) and my oldest started crying and said “Mom, you keep changing everything and it’s ruining Christmas!!” 

Well…while I’m on a roll of ruining Christmas…I’m changing our Elf’s name from Buddy to “Ohshit” because every night around 11pm it’s….”Oh Shit, Buddy! The bleep-ing Elf!” A name change would make things run more cohesively. 

Alas, I’ll wake up tomorrow…probably pop into a store (or two!) and tell a complete stranger while grabbing my 10,000 calorie Peppermint Mocha, that this is “such a magical season” with an annoying smile on my face—completely forgetting the chaotic Holiday drama from the day before. 

Holiday Truth: Mom’s blackout during December. 
Not from drugs or alcohol like in our ‘20s but from, like… family. 

Despite this…we love our families to death, we do!

A hot to remember is that December is the absolute BEST time for family calamities and/or bad behavior because guess what??? 
We won’t remember! 
The Moms will blackout all the negative in December. It’s a fact. We will only remember Hot Chocolate, Santa, Elves, Christmas PJs and Snow (yes, we will remember snow even if it’s 90 degrees on Christmas Day) 

So…bad behavior be damned and go for it! ‘cause I won’t remember shenanigans anyway. I’ll only remember the sweet stuff. Take advantage. 

Merry Merry.