December is upon us – how did that happen? This year has whizzed past and it seems like only yesterday I was grumbling and cursing as I forced all the Christmas decorations back into their boxes and gazed despairingly around at my naked, filthy-with-a-dusting-of-glitter house. But here we are again. Christmas.
Can I tell you a secret? You may be surprised to learn that…
…I LOVE Christmas!
I love it, I really really do. I’m basically a big kid, and I get just as caught up in the excitement and anticipation as I ever did as a child – in fact probably more than ever since I had children of my own.
However, this doesn’t mean that I magically turn into Alpha Mummy for the festive season. Oh no, not at all. Actually I feel more acutely Beta at this time of year than at any other, because I so badly want to be all gingerbread and Pinterest at Christmas! But as per usual, Feral Children, time and energy levels are against me, and my vague notions of baking, crafting and scavenging for natural treasures with which to decorate the house fall rapidly by the wayside.
I have, however, managed to hoik the Christmas tree and decorations out of the loft today, on a cheeky day off work, whilst the kids are at school. I shall assemble the tree (I always had a real one until I had cats and toddlers), and stash the pre-children glass decorations back in the loft, and then gleefully await the boys coming home to “help” me decorate it. I can’t wait! (She says – no doubt it will cause elevated blood pressure and a desperate thirst, in reality).
This is one task where I believe that perfection truly does not come in the form of symmetry and coordination. Our tree will be brimming with tastelessness and over-toppling with enthusiasm. Where the Christmas tree is concerned, I am more than happy to be a Beta Mummy!
Alpha Mummy decorates the tree:
decorates throws random sparkly shit at the tree:
What do you think? When it comes to decorating the tree, are you an Alpha Mummy or a Beta Mummy? Let me know!