Nine days of toddler will do that to you.
Christmas is all very well and good and I enjoy the enforced frivolity as much as the next tired mother but can we all just admit that by 22:37 on Sunday 29 December, it is O-V-E-R.
So over in fact that I wanted to take the tree down two days ago. Yep, I am that woman. And I’m not even sorry.
According to Mr G, this all makes me a complete party pooper but last time I let that opinion bother me, we still had a tree up on 10th Jan because I refused to take it down as a matter of principle that ACTUALLY I am LOTS OF FUN (!!!) Needless to say, he didn’t take it down either and it all got a bit out of hand, ending with me sitting on the bottom step of our (still decorated) stairs, with a very sad and wilted Christmas wreath in my hands, wailing about “having too much to do” what with being well back into the work / school routine that is January.*
Anyhoo, the tree, the tinsel (not really, I can’t stand the stuff), the strings of merry little bastard twinkling lights and the festive hot chocolate station I erected in a moment of pre-Christmas, post-Pinterest-scrolling, madness is coming down.
Tomorrow night I shall bask in the glow of a clean and perfectly de-Christmassed home once more. And by that, I mean that the house will still look exactly the same but I might have hoovered a bit and there will be no more enforced twinkling or unprompted eruptions of ‘When Santa got stuck up the chimney’ allowed.
And then after all that, it is just three more days until I return to the organised fun that is my workplace. I love my kids and all of the family time / daytime drinking but I’m ready to get back to normality and a fresh new year.
I do love a New Year and the possibility of pretending I will work out for the whole year consistently and the hint that perhaps this year dry January may actually be my thing. It’s nice to have #goals after all.
How about you? Is the tree down yet or are you holding on to the party until the bitter end?