Christmas. What’s not to love? Mulled wine. The Channel 5 Christmas movies. Stocking the cupboards with enough food to last 40 days for the two days of Christmas. Eating the cupboards with 40 days of food in, erm two days (by the 5th of December). Restocking the cupboards. (Repeat.) But when it comes to parenting at Christmas, THIS is where us parents have REALLY hit the jackpot. Here’s a few reasons why.
Dinnertime. Feeding kids is one of the least rewarding aspects of parenting. Unless you’re Jamie Oliver who can do actual, clever stuff with actual ingredients. (Although I bet even his kids don’t really eat his dinners unless the food is beiger than beige.) But come the 1st of December and dinnertime doesn’t matter! Because everything you serve can be justified with, ‘It’s Christmas! Of course you can leave your peas. Here’s a mince pie (which have actual fruit in, by the way). Yes, go on, have another candy cane. It’s Christmas!’ Suddenly, you’re not an irresponsible, inconsistent parent who doesn’t follow through on their threat, ‘You’re NOT having pudding until you’ve eaten all your dinner.’ You’re just a parent at Christmas, kicking back, NOT being a Scrooge. Being Christmassy.
Homework. Everyone who’s already at school knows that the Christmas term is sent to DESTROY parents (and kids). Dressing up days. Christmas Fairs. Donations. Teacher collections. Raffles. The fleecing of any money you’ve earned all year. All of this comes in this most joyous, final month of the year. Us parents respond by being so completely knackered/disorientated/drunk that we forget to police our kids in those final weeks. The reading diary stops coming home (and you stop nagging your child). You haven’t seen their recorder (or, in our case, ukelele – I know, don’t even get me started) in weeks. And the homework? Well, how realistic is it that they’re going to know ALL their times tables by Christmas anyway… erm…
Bedtime. If you even had your children in any sort of routine to start with, now is when it starts to unravel. It starts slowly, when you’ve had a mulled wine at 4.30 PM because ‘It’s Christmas!’ and it’s served hot, so it barely qualifies as an alcoholic beverage. But it gathers momentum quickly and before you know it you’re hurtling towards, ‘Let’s never go to bed again. Because it’s Christmas. Let’s have another mulled wine and a candy cane!’ This will become a regret of gigantic proportions come January but, for now, you’re just all too joyous (drunk and high on sugar) to care.
TV. If it has a Christmas prop in it, you can watch it. FACT. Christmas films are bordering on educational because all Christmas movies (especially on Channel 5 or Netflix) have a moving message that teaches your children to be better people. And possibly even prompts them to save the world one day. Are you going to be the person that says no to TV ALL day and hinders that? Nope. Me neither.
Everything else. You soon learn that there isn’t anything that can’t be excused or justified with the mention of Christmas. You can blame bad behaviour (theirs and yours) on the general excitement of Christmas. Tantrums. Defiance. Overtiredness. All you have to do is pronounce, ‘It’s Christmas!’ Because, let’s face it, only a Scrooge can argue with that, right? Now. Who fancies another mulled wine (‘hot’ gin)?
Happy December! Here’s to mulled wine at 4.30 PM and kicking back. We’ve earned it. More of me over on Facebook and Instagram. Don’t forget to also check out our fab interactive advent calendar with loads of mum-to-be and new mum gift ideas AND exclusive discounts.