That's if I ever really had it. To be honest, I was "over" Christmas by the time December graced us with her presence.
I know I should be excited for the kids, but when their Christmas is split between two homes, and I work right up to the end of Christmas eve, it just marks the first day where I can collapse in exhaustion and try to recover before having a week of rambunctious children rampaging through my house.
Then a few days respite (read: work) while they go to the beach with their father.
I need a holiday. Last one I had was in 2003 and I was six months pregnant and very travel sick. So that was a pleasant experience.
Some days I think that the only way I'll ever get a rest is to either run away from home, or get locked in a lovely white padded cell. Both options are looking tempting.
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