In my head, Christmas is chilling out by the fire watching movies snuggled up on the sofa, baking gingerbread and making endless gorgeous Christmas crafts under the flickering glow of Christmas lights. Stockings up, cards written, presents wrapped, festive music playing in the background while everyone smiles, laughs and eats mince pies.
The reality is that behind the fantasy there’s a stressed out parent frantically ordering/shopping for gifts and food, wondering where on earth to hide any more presents and trying to find an extra 10 minutes in an already over stretched day to write cards.
I love Christmas, I really do, I’ve already smiled till my face hurt at Nativity plays, beamed from ear to ear as my 7 year old banged out ‘Good King Wenceslas’ almost in tune and made toast, crumpets and gingerbread Christmas Tree shaped. I’m semi organised with presents, and yet still feel like I’m not doing enough. My Christmas Pinterest board is full of crafts I’m not going to find the time to make, our elf antics have not been as fun-filled or exciting as I’d planned. How is it the 10th already? I thought we’d have done so much more by now. Can someone please make time slow down a little?
Am I putting too much pressure on myself or do you feel the same?