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What every parent hates about Christmas day.

Christmas morning is magical, especially when you have young children. The awe, the wonder, the joy – you just can’t beat it. But that being said, Christmas can be one of the most pain in the you-know-what days of the year. Here’s why:

  1. The ungodly hour of waking. This year, Punkin was the first one up. At 4:30 in the morning. I don’t even think that hour should qualify as, “morning.” Somehow kids know that Christmas day, parents all over the world need a ridiculous amount of patience and energy, and what better way to foster that than by giving them 4 hours of sleep?
  2. The packaging. Oh. My. Goodness. The freakin packaging. I’m seriously considering boycotting all Mattel toys simply for the fact that it takes an hour and a NASA security code to remove one stupid Barbie. People steal them, I get it. Boo hoo for the billion dollar company. But do we really need to sew Barbie’s head to the package? I feel like a need a medical degree to get a $10 doll out of the box. Oh, but craft supplies? Paint that could stain worse than jet engine fuel and sharpie markers? Just give the plastic cover a little tug, and the destruction is underway. I. hate. the packaging.

    Vintage Swirl Ponytail Barbie from 1964

    I'm sorry, it will require 2 copies of that key and top level security access to remove my packaging. Merry Christmas. Image via Wikipedia

  3. The scramble. This doesn’t affect every family, but I’m sure it affects most. Christmas morning: Wake up. Inhale coffee. Open presents in a whirlwind of chaos comparable to an F5 tornado. Pick up wrapping paper. Feed the children leftover Christmas cookies. Get everyone dressed in their Christmas outfits. Get toddler dressed again because she stripped down naked when we weren’t looking. Grab the gifts, head out the door to family house number one. Visit, eat, repeat the pack up process, but spend 30 minutes looking for Baby’s other shoe so you can get in the car and go to family house number two. Unload the car, repeat visiting process. Open gifts. Load gifts into the car, repeat shoe hunt, make third stop. Realize at this point, nobody knows who got what and you may have forgotten everyone’s names because you haven’t stopped since 4:00 AM.
  4. The exhaustion. By the time you finish the scramble, it’s 8:00 PM and the kids have been up for 16 hours with no nap. This could explain why they all just had a meltdown over whose coat got zipped first.

In the end, it’s totally worth it. But next year, I’m giving all the moms I know a Christmas survival kit: espresso, ibuprofen, a box cutter, a lock box (for the craft supplies), and some Benadryl for the kids. You know, in case they get itchy.

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About Mediocre Mom

I am a wife to the man who was made for me, and mom to three amazing girls: Punkin is eight, Goo is four, and Smush is two. I'm a Christian, a science geek, and completely addicted to coffee. Trying to stay sane one day at a time. Lowering the bar for moms everywhere.

3 responses »

  1. I like the idea of a survival kit. I’d like to put in an order for one now, please.:)

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  2. Pingback: A meltdown free Christmas (well almost)! « A boy with Asperger's

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