When i started this blog, it was in frustration. I saw it as a way to "air" my life that seemed complicated and fast paced thanks to my 2 beautiful children.
I had fantasies about "blogging" a couple of times a week to share my new finds, my frustrations and my happy stories.
It's now been over a month since my last post.
The reality is, by the time I've done what is needed of me as a mum of 2 and wife of 1, i really don't have time to write as often as i had hoped.
So. It turns out having 2 kids and dealing with the hype of Christmas doesn't give you a lot of time to do much else.
For me, i had finished my Christmas shopping by September. I thought that getting that out of the way early would free me up for other things. Turns out those other things were catch-ups with friends (both mine, and my kids).
Just as we were crossing one event of calendar we were adding another and before you know it, your diary is full of parties, play dates, morning teas, afternoon teas, early dinners, walk and talks and coffee dates. Life as a mum is hard!
So Christmas Eve arrived. For my son, who had just turned 6 months it was any old day. For my almost 3 daughter, it meant getting a treat from the stocking marked '1' which meant that Santa would be coming that night!
The week building up to Christmas was a nightmare. Well behaved (mostly) daughter had started getting frustrated and tantrums were back on our daily 'to-do' list. After lots of pondering i realised that it all revolved around Santa. Almost 3 year old was so frustrated that the days weren't passing by quick enough that she was taking it out on anything (and anyone) that didn't do what she wanted. If i had known that come Christmas Day, the tantrums would have stopped all together, Santa would have visited this household a week early!
Christmas morning, for the second time in her almost 3 years, i had to wake sleeping beauty. Santa had been kind enough to leave a small present at her bedroom door. In a melt your heart moment, almost 3 year old steps on the present Santa left at her door (he should have left something a little bigger that she would have seen), she shrieks "Santa's been" and cuddles and kisses the small present in her hand then with the shakiest of fingers, attempts to open her first present. Bless her cotton socks, she was shaking with so much excitement that she couldn't open the wrapping paper! Once the hair accessories were open she whispers "thank you Santa" then heads for the Christmas tree to see what else he may have left.
6 month old got to open a fisher price cement truck first and wasn't really interested in whatever else followed. Possibly too young to enjoy the packaging more??? Maybe too clever?? One can only hope!
Christmas Day was over by 9pm but according to almost 3 year old, Santa would be back that night to drop off some more presents....
Life as a mum is busy. It's hard work, its tiring, it's frustrating and sometimes upsetting but when you live by the saying "Always look on the bright side of life" its exciting and rewarding and there is nothing else i would rather be doing.
Will put a reminder on my calendar to write again soon, right next to the reminder to pay the electricity bill and giving myself 5 minutes of quiet time!
Hope your Christmas was happy, healthy and memorable!
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