It’s beginning to look a lot like the holidays! You know what I mean: you have to avoid 85% of Walmart aisles because grabby toddler hands are too enticed by the explosion of Christmas offerings, the annual marital battles over the thermostat heat up (get it? Heat up?), and it’s time to think about the dreaded T word. Travel. More
Topic: holiday stress
I’m not necessarily clicking my heels in the air because I take pleasure in cutting my dad out of my holiday celebrations indefinitely. But I am happy that my kids won’t have to experience any instability, unpleasant emotions, or toxicity coming from that side of the family tree—on a holiday, no less. More
I am so unorganized. I have cookies to bake, presents to wrap, stocking stuff to buy. Where has December gone? The only thing let to do now if for you guys to tell me how much shit you have left to do so I’ll feel better about myself. More
Ladies and gentlemen, with one week left until Christmas, it is frenzied panic time! More
Our first son just turned five last week, and even though it’s been five years I can vividly remember his first Christmas. Nothing particularly traumatic happened, but it wasn’t exactly enjoyable either. I have to assume that it was in part to being new parents combined with the craziness of the holidays. More
In order to cope with my gift-giving inadequacies, I’ve been thinking of different ways I can reach out to friends and family without spending a lot of money. More
It’s Thanksgiving so maybe most of you will be away from your computers – happily enjoying time with your family. If that’s the case I am super glad for you and hope you are having a fantastic day. But maybe others of you are going bat-shit crazy dealing with your relatives. I thought I’d create a little safe space to vent. More
I love learning new things! A woman named Anna Jarvis spearheaded Mother’s Day as a way to honor her own badass mother who cared for Civil War soldiers and taught Sunday school. She spent an inordinate amount of time and energy convincing Congress to recognize it as a national holiday, which they did in 1914. But then when it got commercialized, she was all like, oops, just kidding guys! Changed my mind! More
That’s it. I’ve decided that I’m never taking my daughter to a crappy Santa impersonator again for the rest of her life. All they do is mess up the illusion and inspire a whole lot of unanswerable questions from curious children like mine. More
Yesterday, I walked into my daughter’s after-school care with holiday treats in hand. I was delivering cookies for teachers, assistants, and administrative staff, as well as books for my little girl to give her teachers. It’s always a good feeling, giving out cookies and presents. My holiday spirit was suddenly ruined though when I got some serious snark from a couple of employees who obviously felt that I wasn’t doing enough for the entire staff. More
There are two competing narratives of the holiday season. One that I feel particularly connected to is full of warmth and fuzziness. It involves smiling families gathering around gourmet meals and exchanging meaningful presents. I know. A little unrealistic, but I think every mother wants to create this picturesque holiday experience for her family.
But increasingly, another story is dominating the holidays. It presents the month of December as a challenge to get through. It focuses on the woman with pepper spray at Walmart on Black Friday. It laments all the crazy relative and family togethers. From this view, the carolers are obnoxious, the lights are tacky and Santa is just a symbol of gross consumption.
I can see where this second story appeals to people. And then I see my daughter’s face light up at the mention of Santa and his elves and it changes everything. Am I alone here? Am I the only one who got rid of the holiday blues when I had a child? More
The morning of the day my mother arrived from Winnipeg to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving was the day that my father-in-law apologized for telling me to f*ck off. Or did he say actually say f*ck you? I still can’t recall. More
Here’s what sucks about the holidays: having to play favorites.
You see, I live in the same city as both my parents and in-laws. Not only that, but we’re actually a 10-minute drive away from each despite living in a major urban city. And, truth be told, we actually like our parents. Not to worry – we’re hardly The Brady Bunch – but we’re lucky to have two sets of parents who are healthy and happy and who value family above all else, especially when it comes to the holidays. But that’s where the stress comes in… More