Do mommies really have fun at Christmas?
With Christmas nearly upon us (and my shopping not 100% done) I am in a bit of a quandary. I spent the evening talking on the phone with one of my best girlfriends. The experienced mother of two talking with the new mom tells me, “but honey, mommies never have fun at Christmas.” In a way I can see her point. We take up so much of our valuable time making sure everything is perfect (or as close to it as possible) so that our children have this magical experience. But with all the hustle and bustle we endure, when do we truly take the time for ourselves? Is the drive thru line at Starbucks really taking the time we need? Really. No. It has been weeks since I have sat down with a good book. All I see when I look at my tree is, I really need to water that again. Then I look past the tree at the laundry room and think, I should really do that laundry. The husband is going to have to turn his underpants inside out. Sure, I didn’t have to make a bazillion boxes of candy. I don’t have to make
