I am done.
I am so done.
I am crispy brown on both sides, stick a fork in me, done.
I’m done with dragging kids out of bed to get to school on time, and done with making lunches.
I’m done with trying to come up with the perfect present for everyone, and not blow the budget.
I’m done with sweeping up fake pine needles that have fallen from the Christmas tree. It’s fake, why is it shedding?
I’m done with laundry.
I’m done with the fact that my entire family seem to think that dirty dishes go on the bench above the empty dishwasher not in it!
I’m done with driving kids places, negotiating who can go where when, and figuring out what time they need to be picked up.
I’m done with stopping the kids from eating the food I’ve bought for Christmas.
I’m done with trying to find a carpark when I have to go back to the supermarket yet again because the kids just ate the food I just told them not to eat!
I’m done with Christmas. I’m done with parenting. I’m done with it all.
I don’t want to be done.
I’d like to be filled with laid back Christmas cheer and be enjoying every minute of this ongoing end of the year festival. That’s how I am pretending to be, but in reality I am just done.
And, if I am honest I’d admit that Christmas is feeling a lot like an obligation right now, not a joy.
But I’m done with that too.
I’m done with that feeling of obligation, that just because it’s Christmas everything should be perfect and joyful!
Christmas isn’t just perfect decorations, beautifully wrapped presents and kids in (clean) matching outfits.
Sometimes Christmas is driving to the supermarket for the tenth time in three days, saying no to that event because you just need some downtime, and just sitting in the hammock for a while until joy finds you again.
If you are feeling totally and utterly, crispy brown, so very very done, I hope you find some peace and quiet and space to find joy again.