Preparing For Baby’s First Christmas

I thought I was gonna decorate our home like a gingerbread house in a winter wonderland. Even on a baby-less year, that’s an ambitious undertaking for me, so obviously I didn’t do that. But not only did I not do that, I put a half-lit string of lights on the tree. I left it there for weeks and just called it my “ghetto tree”.

Then when I added a second string of lights, I realized they were the wrong color…after they were already on the tree. I left those up for weeks, too.

The truth is: I’m burned out. I didn’t even realize how bad it’s gotten. I’m like - left the French fries in the oven too long, forgot sunscreen at home on the beach vacation, left the flat iron on your hair too long, set your marshmallow ablaze in the bonfire, didn’t turn off the fireplace before Santa came down the chimney - burned out.

If I had to fly somewhere, I would have to check the bags under my eyes.

Eventually I removed the string of lights that were the wrong color and just spaced the original string of lights out so they covered most of the tree. I’m tired and this is good tf enough. What I’m able to do for my son’s first Christmas is not a reflection of me as a mother or how much I love him.