When you’re a kid, the ‘magic of Christmas’ is very, very real. From the palpable excitement of hanging up your stocking on December 24, to having an excuse to eat an insane amount of treats all day, it’s nothing but joy and fun and new toys to play with.
Then you hit adulthood, and the reality of exactly how much time and effort and stress is required to conjure that “Christmas magic” comes as a rather rude shock.
When you’re juggling so many baubles at once, it’s only human to drop one. Or two. Or maybe even seven.
Arguably, nobody knows the extent of this better than mums.
For mums, December 25 – and the weeks leading up to it – becomes a juggling act infinitely more precarious and complex than anything you’d find at the circus.
As if navigating the many practicalities of Christmas (present shopping, food shopping, packing for holidays, trying to remember exactly where you stored the Santa stockings last year…) isn’t enough, there’s also the weight of expectation to contend with. Kids’ expectations. Partners’ expectations. Extended families. In-laws. (Are we sweating yet?)