It's almost Christmas and I want to feel cheery and bright and delight my children with festive treats and surprises and glorious decorations but I'm so exhausted and my battery is so flat that even the idea of opening an advent calendar feels a stretch too far.
Work is insanely busy with absolutely no let up, plus I'm under pressure to bring on board more work in order for us to add resource. It's my business and so while the rest of the team has annual leave to take, especially those who were furloughed, I can't take even an hour as I'm picking up their work as well as my own. I'm working at least 12 hours a day Mon-Fri, then at least one day a weekend, if not both.
At home, we're redecorating a couple of rooms which means I constantly have a niggling sense that I should be doing something useful, like sorting out stuff, plus the dust bunnies that have accumulated under the bed or behind the wardrobes. There's an endless ticker tape list going on with 'paint/light switches/talk to electrician/confirm eggshell or gloss' which NEVER TURNS OFF.
I need to plan Christmas - buy presents, write cards, wrap presents, hide presents, sort food, arrange social stuff, HAVE FUN...
Everything feels like yet more pressure. I wanted to make an advent calendar for the kids with a little festive action for each day, such as 'watch a Christmas movie', 'write Christmas cards for your friends' and 'decorate the tree' and yet the very idea of organising fun makes me want to head to bed.
Any tips on how I can embrace the festivities with this weight of shite sitting on my shoulders before I just curl up into a ball and hope for spring?