That Pesky Christmas Hangover
Anyone else wake up today with a Christmas hangover? This type of hangover is unrelated to beverages, although those certainly don’t help!
I’m talking about that feeling when you wake up, look around your house and wonder where the heck you are going to put all this stuff. I’m talking about that bone weary exhaustion that follows days of family gatherings and convincing your children to be gracious gift openers. I’m talking about that bloated, slightly shameful feeling when you pull on your jeans that “shrunk in the wash”.
Don’t get me wrong, we had a wonderful Christmas this year.
In fact, this year has been one of my favorites. We had the luxury this year of spending the several days surrounding Christmas together as a family. Jake’s work schedule has mostly ruled this out in previous years, and I almost didn’t know what to do with such an indulgence.
Friday night we hosted our annual Christmas party, which has become one of the few times a year I see several friends who live out of state. This is our 5th year throwing the party, and while it is nowhere near the chaos levels of the first few years it’s definitely still an all nighter. This year I stayed up until nearly 6 am catching up and chatting, so the return of my children at 11am was welcome but jarring. Saturday was a much needed day of rest. The girls actually napped with me, which was a small miracle because I don’t remember the last time they both napped in the same day.
We spent all day Christmas Eve with my parents and sister. My grandma, uncle and cousin came over for a while as well. It was a really great day, but oh man the kids were getting a little crazy about the presents. Honestly whether they had 1 or 100 to open, Abby would have wanted to keep opening more. I’m trying to raise decent humans over here, so some gratitude smackdown was laid.
I’m confident none of it stuck.
That kid wants what she wants. Like. Now. To be fair, for the most part both the girls were actually quite good. Abby hit her wall though and was just DONE. Like done with everything and everyone. Eventually we just let her scream herself to sleep because that’s just how she does things.
The kids were so wiped by the time we got home we totally forgeo to have them put out cookies for Santa, but I laid out the empty plate full of crumbs just in case they asked. I also crafted a pretty realistic looking note from Santa. I don’t want to toot my own horn but…. Toot toot. It was legit, right down to the gold metallic paper leftover from our wedding invites.
I love experiencing Christmas morning as a parent.
It’s one of the best parts of parenting. The girls asked for very little this year, so we had an easy job getting them the perfect gifts. My Christmas gift was the solid two hours that they played peacefully together and shared well while I read and took a shower. I curled my hair in peace people. Christmas miracles exist! I even put on lipstick.
We then headed over to Jake’s parents house, for what could only be described as the most chaotic and crowded Christmas get together I’ve ever attended. There were 5 dogs and over 30 people in the house. Holy. By the time we left I was not even sure who I had the chance to talk to and who I totally (accidentally) ignored. Chasing a toddler and a diabetic preschooler through a house full of people, dogs, and endless snacks is enough to make any mom a little twitchy.
We finally had a chance this morning to decompress a little bit and take stock of the disaster zone that we currently live in. And I was sitting here looking around my house feeling a little bit grumpy and overwhelmed. I mean. There’s stuff everywhere. The kids have so many new things I don’t even know where to begin. I feel so unhealthy after stuffing my face for days on end. The largest Christmas party ever was a bit overwhelming, and quite frankly after days of constant socializing I’m totally wiped out.
And then I just had this moment where I was like WTF Megan.
We had such a good Christmas. Why am I being so negative right now? I mean yes, the mountains of new items and wrapping debris is threatening to swallow us alive, but I should be a little more appreciative that our kids are so loved by so many people. That’s such a gift and not all kids are blessed with a large extended family full of people who cared enough to buy them a Christmas present.
The chaotic family party? Again – We are so lucky to have a place to go that is full of family and friends who love us and welcome us year after year. Not everyone has an abundance of food on the table and gifts under the tree. I even appreciate the dogs. Kind of. I mean… all God’s creatures and such.
I have a feeling I’m not the only one who experiences a Christmas hangover of some sort.
I can’t even begin to imagine how a true introvert finds calm in the holiday madness! I also have a feeling that this won’t be the last time I let it get the better of me. Hopefully I am able to see the good in the madness each year though. Because really guys, it’s so, so, good. I need about 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep and possibly a cleaning service, but my heart is as full as our recycling bin *currently stuffed to bursting*. Cue all the feelings.
I’m now to going to go hydrate and hunt down bows to save for next year. Merry Christmas!