I had no idea how exhausted my mother must have been during the holidays when I was a kid.
I have my three boys, the husband, my parents and brother in town. Not THAT many people, and I'm bushed.
My mom worked as an ER nurse when I was Santa-believing age. She regularly hosted twice as many people in a smaller house on a much smaller salary and never let us see her crack--not even once.
I am not worthy.
I'm 39 years old and it's taken me this many years to get all of my presents wrapped before Christmas Eve...to have a dinner prepared the night my parents arrive (what? I take them to restaurants with cloth napkins!).
Mom hasn't had to cook one thing so far this holiday (sure she just arrived this afternoon), I have all the groceries purchased for meals through Friday (even stuff for lunches) and I'm almost done with my cooking (yeah, so I'll be up REALLY late).
But I'm kinda proud of myself.
I also can't see straight let alone carry on a conversation with anyone.
So if you don't hear from me for a few days, it's not because I don't love you. I do. But the torch has been passed and I'm the "mom" of the family now, and pretending to be organized is EXHAUSTING.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009