I refuse to lose my mind this Christmas.
I refuse to lose my mind this Christmas.
Sadly, I admit that on countless Christmases past, when the clock strikes 1:00 pm, I have passed out. After presents have been opened, a lovely breakfast served in the dining room, I land comatose on the couch for hours upon hours. Sheila Liaugminasgave me a great idea when we were chatting on her radio program yesterday. She suggested that I leave my snow village in the basement. I think she’s onto something.
Every mother knows exactly how I feel. We love the holiday season but we’re dreading the exhaustion. So I’ve decided that at 54 years old, it’s time for me to stop living like I’m Mrs. and Mr. Santa rolled into one. I’m not. I’m just the Mom. So here’s what I’m going to do to keep my sanity.
First, each of my four children will get one batch of their favorite cookies. I will make one batch per week from now until Christmas and freeze them. I know, better mothers would make them closer to Christmas so they’re fresher, but I’m determined not to pass out Christmas day.