To All the Mums...
To all the mums who survived the epic shitshow called Christmas morning, I salute you.
To all the mums who got more joy out of the presents they slaved over buying for the kids who tossed them aside, I see you.
To all the mums who didn’t know how they would get through Christmas Day with the three Christmases and the total exhaustion, I feel you.
To all the mums who just want to sleep in a little longer, who are dying for a nap, who need a minute, just a minute, I hear you.
To all the mums who feel guilty about longing for the days when Christmas mornings were about coffee and conversation and not Squidward and Santa, I feel you.
To all the mums who didn’t get what they asked for, wanted, or telepathically projected to their partners who are not plugged into the universe the same way, I’ve been there.
To all the mums who had pukey kids, or were pukey themselves, and didn’t have this Christmas they hoped and planned for, I feel your pain.
To all the mums who felt like they had nothing to talk about but their toddler, I’m with you.
To all the mums who want to take a bath - alone - with wine and scented candles and all the bath bombs that your kid keeps using: Me too.
To all the mums who haven’t patted themselves on the back for creating the magic of Christmas and making it look easy, I honour you.
You make magic. You ARE magic.
You’re a total rockstar Mama.