12/12/2025
POV: Me the entire month of December.
If there’s one thing I’m hearing from everyone right now, it’s this: we are all overwhelmed.
December so far (and what’s still coming) looks a little like this…
✨ School concerts
✨ Dress rehearsals, stage rehearsals
✨ Dance concerts, gymnastics presentations, dance presentations
✨ Remembering teacher gifts
✨ Christmas parties
✨ Catch-ups with friends you’ve been “meaning to see all year”
✨ Christmas food shopping… even though I’m working right up until 4pm on Christmas Eve
Just this morning I had to make an 8.20am mad dash to Best & Less for a Christmas shirt to avoid tears at school drop-off because “everyone else is wearing one!”
It’s a season full of tabs open in our brain, sticky-note reminders, and calendar alerts pretending to keep us organised.
I’ve always LOVED Christmas. My mum made it magical — effortless even. But now, as a mum myself, I have a whole new level of appreciation for the work she put into making every year feel special.
The invisible effort.
The planning.
The emotional labour.
The sheer stamina.
And somehow… she made it look like she wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
So here’s to all of us — the parents, carers, guardians and grown-ups quietly holding it all together this festive season. We’re exhausted… but we’re doing a damn good job.
And P.S. — for the love of all things merry… don’t forget to move the elf.
