I’m starting to intensely dislike this whole Festive Season thing.
Over the last few years I have come to the conclusion that people do terrible things to each other at this time of year. Couples break up, people commit suicide, we hurt each other in indescribable ways.
I remember when we were not able to have children that I told Etienne one Christmas that I don’t ever actually wanted children. If he believed me for a second and didn’t see through my Christmas angst he would have left me on the spot.
In many ways the Christmas Season brings out the worst in people and I even feel it in myself. My normal level of worry is multiplied for some reason, I cry at the drop of a hat and I’m snapping at Etienne and the kids (more than usual at least). I caught myself saying some horrible things about someone yesterday, uncharitable thoughts that usually I would not think to verbalise.
I don’t know whether it is to do with reluctance to change that is inevitable as we move into a new year (this definitely applies to us!), extra financial pressure during this time or the thought of spending 24/7 with someone you successfully avoid during the year, or a culmination of all of the above, but I’m asking if we could stop.
Take a step back and breathe. And think. Is this worth getting upset about? What are my kids going to remember about Christmas this year?
Let’s be kind to one another.
Let’s endure the things that normally irritate and just suck it up.
Let’s put all our emotional shit on the shelf until next year.
Let’s think about our children first and ignore the trolls that lurk in shopping malls and in our families.
Let’s be bloody festive people.
That’s an order.