I don’t know about you guys but as I sit here Boxing Day evening I am absolutely, thoroughly exhausted, and ready to never eat another thing (just as soon as I polish off dinner and the last of the Banoffee Pie).
I had grand plans of keeping a lid on it this year and not falling into the over-consumtion trap but alas, I ate and drank for Australia.
My day went pretty much as I thought it would. Lots of fun bits, and quite a few wobbly bits. I may have shed a tear or two here and there but whenever a hot one squeezed out (tear that is, not referring to my pelvic floor for once) I had a supportive shoulder to cry on….. and then I got on with the proceedings.
I think all families have some kind of shit to deal with at this time of year.
Grieving lost loved ones, absent friends and family, in-laws that make your skin crawl or bogan families you try to forget about for the other 364 days of the year that get shit-faced and bicker amongst themselves whilst wearing t-shirts with sexist slogans on them.
I guess everyone just has to get on with whatever their own Yule holds and try not to set expectations too high for a perfect day.
Today, Boxing Day, was spent with my grandparents. My children’s great grandparents. There was family and cousins and Slip and Slide and it felt like Christmas Day all over again except I had my babies with me all day.
Two epic days tends to take a toll on everyone. Kiki missed her day sleep two days in a row and she was like a dual personality, Jekyll and Hyde. Grandpa was very quiet. We question whether he’ll make many more Christmases and I guess that puts everything into perspective.
Lots of things are giving me perspective lately. I’ve never had so much freaking perspective shoved down my throat in my life.
We just got home to a complete bomb site as I left in a hurry yesterday.
I walked into the Christmas debris, breathed a sigh of relief and took off my bra, or maybe I took off my bra and then breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to myself “I made it”.
The first Christmas is done.
The children had a wonderful time, they were entirely thrilled at the score that is two lots of presents, and two Christmas stockings. And double the chocolate quota because mummy wasn’t watching all day.
I hope that whatever your Christmas and Boxing Day held for you that you made it through too. If you cried a little, it’s no biggie. If you drank too much, it no biggie either. Had a fight? So what?
If you overcooked your turkey and gave everyone a jaw strain as they tried to masticate the bird, or you dropped your trifle as you were about to put it on the table, if you accidentally slipped a family secret, or you dropped the C bomb in from of your mother-in-law, it doesn’t matter…..
Because this Christmas is done, and you always have next year to set high expectations, stress yourself out and do the whole jing-bang lot over again.
Now, where’s my dinner so I can smash that pie?
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