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Do They Know It’s Christmas?

Evidently not, or else they wouldn’t be poking one another in the eyes and hollering like banshees every .02 seconds.

Long time, no see friends! In case you’re wondering, I’m referring to my feral heathens precious moppets. I feel like if they had an adult’s understanding of the impending doom that is Christmas, that they’d make like a play and get their act together. But that is CLEARLY wishful (if not mythical) thinking.

Don’t get me wrong — I love Christmas. This year, however, I’m having a hard time getting into the spirit, and I’m placing all of the blame on the crap-fest that has been 2019. That and the break-neck speeds at which this year zoomed past. We’re a week away from Christmas and, just short of having our tree and lights up, I’m nowhere near ready. I’m feeling somewhat like what the product of Scrooge and the Grinch would be — and it ain’t pretty, y’all.

I’m using this post, however, as a last-ditch effort to get over my damn self and embrace the beauty that is holiday magic.

It is, after all, a truly wonderful time of year if you go about it the right way. And there are so many things that I have to be thankful for. Don’t worry — I won’t go full Hallmark card on y’all. ūüėČ

As I said earlier, this year has been hard. Actually, adulthood has been hard. But if that ain’t life then I simply don’t know what is. I’ve recently come to a very hard self-realization that I have a hard time letting things go. Not like “holding a grudge” letting things go, just “trying to sort crap out” letting things go. I like to have life figured out and, let’s face it, that will simply never happen. None of us really ever have life all panned out, no matter what our social media presence allows.

We’re all just winging it — granted, some better than others. But what I do have figured out is this:

  • The love I have for my kids and their big, generous hearts. Though little urchins they may be, they all really do have sweet hearts that are just beating to be loved and to love. Their compassion can truly be overwhelming at times and I am so, SO proud of them for having spirits of giving.
  • I have a home that can be warmed and cooled at my will (thanks to living in Louisiana, my thermostat is permanently set on “freak out”), and that it is covered from the elements.
  • We may not have tons of gifts under the tree, and the ones that are there (or will be there because: toddler) are given with a heart of love and received with hearts of thanks.
  • I have a tribe that consists of friends and family that I know have my back at the end of every. single. day.
  • My health, which has been iffy this year, is still with me. I’m more thankful for that than I ever have been in my life.
  • My ability to find humor in utter BS, while it is indeed on edge these days, is still ever-present with the help of snark and sarcasm.
  • I have a job that helps pay the bills and that has allowed me the opportunity to meet some of the nicest, most humble humans.
  • I have the sweet, sweet knowledge of what truly makes this magical time of year pure magic, and it didn’t come with ribbons or tags, or in packages, boxes or bags.

I am far from perfect, y’all. So, so far. I am horribly flawed and, yes, often times Grinch-like. I sometimes forget the Reason for the Season and allow myself to get tied up and bogged down in Christmastime commercialism. But, at the end of the day, I know the sweetest gift came down in the form of a beautiful baby whose life would be the ULTIMATE gift to a world full of hate and venom. And for that reason, and that reason alone, can I be truly grateful for all of the things that make my existence this “hot mess express” that I know as life.

I wish you all a very, very happy Christmas and a wonderful New Year.

xoxo
Sarah

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Elf on the Shelf? Hell to the No.

Okay, guys. I’m going to go ahead and preface by saying I’m no Scrooge and I am not bashing any of you parents who have gone the Elf on the Shelf route.¬† I think the actual little Elf, itself, is precious and I understand that the idea behind it is¬†less so¬†teaching kids proper behavior and¬†more so¬†good, festive fun.¬† This post is mostly targeted at myself and my inability to properly “mom”.¬† With that said…

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Mother of three boys and ruler of utter chaos, here.¬† I know most of you have 2+ children, are rulers of your own chaotic kingdoms, and are still able to fulfill your Elf Shelf duties.¬† I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t envious of those time-management skills.¬† And while I love my boys and the insanity they bring (that’s a lie.¬† I am not a fan of the madness), I am the queen of absentmindedness.¬† Case in point:

I struggle to remember what needs to be put on my grocery list.¬† If I remember what needs to be written down, I forget to remember to put it in my purse.¬† And if I remember to put it in my bag, the list will, inevitably, somehow get left behind in my car.¬† And¬†if,¬†IF, that list actually makes it’s way into the grocery store, a breeze will steal it away in a last-ditch effort to give my attempt at organization the ultimate middle finger.

I left my phone at home Friday.¬† Actually, I thought I’d left it on the roof of my car and lost it to the great outdoors.¬† However, my husband was kind enough to send me a picture of it via messenger of it sitting on the bathtub.¬† Because that’s CLEARLY where it belongs.¬† (FACE. PALM.)¬† Once I finally retrieved it, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet at the office.¬† With my debit card, checkbook, and license in it.¬† And also, my Burt’s Bees which, obviously, is infinitely more important than say, MY LICENSE.

I forgot to take my keys out of the front door last night after I’d unlocked it to get my heathens inside.¬† After a frantic thirty minutes of searching for the “lost” keys the next morning, I found them on my way out said front door to search my vehicle.¬† Y’all.¬† I can’t make this crap up.

So do you guys really¬†think I need to attempt to remember to move an elf every damned day of my life?¬† No?¬† I didn’t think so.

seriously?!¬† this would be part of their christmas gifts.¬† have y’all priced foil lately?!

Listen, I’m from a generation where we didn’t need a rogue North Pole spy to remind us to behave —¬†especially¬†during the holidays.¬† We fully relied on, and were totally okay with, being told¬†once¬†that Santa, an old man who knew our every flippin’ move, could see us 24/7.¬† We didn’t need to see that Christmas-y creepiness to believe it — our parents took full advantage of our fear and innocence¬†stupidity.¬† Nothing was ever moved, there were no elaborate schemes, and mom didn’t have to bold-faced lie to us with an outrageous story-line about why an Elf had or hadn’t been moved because THERE WAS NO FREAKING ELF NARC.

As a product of the eighties, I distinctly remember belting Alvin & the Chipmunk’s version of, “Santa Claus is Coming to Town” on my Fisher-Price cassette player every day of my existence when I was a kid.¬† Yes, even then I was that obnoxious person who played Christmas songs on loop all year ’round.¬† There was no doubt in my mind that I risked “losing it all” if I didn’t get my act together.¬† My parents didn’t have to waste precious hours of sleep and ungodly amounts of aluminum foil to keep us in check.¬† The simple white-lie of Santa’s existence was enough to go on.

And I get it.¬† These days, kids literally (think they)¬†need¬†elaborate plots and twists and turns.¬† Most of these kids have everything on demand — and I’m not even talking about the bratty ones.¬† No, today is very much an on-demand kind of life.¬† So maybe the purest form of Christmas magic is simply fading into the background.¬† I remember the excitement of driving around neighborhoods just to look at lights and decorations.¬† These days?¬† That simple kind of happiness just doesn’t exist.¬† I can’t even say that¬†my kids are ovely-excited at the prospect of light searching.¬† Sure, they love the festive twinkling of lights that only come once a year.¬† But does it thrill them?¬† Not the way it did when¬†we¬†were kids.¬† Now, if there aren’t a couple of inflated Nutcrackers in addition to the lights, it’s just… “meh”.

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I guess I’m just too old-fashioned, and too absent-minded, to fully appreciate the newness that is Elf on the Shelf.¬† Or, perhaps, I’m just stuck on the simpler magic.¬† The things that left me breathless.¬† The things that, growing up, I couldn’t wait to share with my own little ones.

I suppose, though, that traditions are fine but are sometimes meant to be broken or bent.¬† Not only that, traditions are best when they’re made or reinvented with the ones you love.¬† Rest assured, there is no hate for the Elf and his (or her) antics, and if y’all could package up some extra energy and Ginko Biloba and send it my way, that’d be swell.¬† ūüėČ