I hope that you and Mrs. Claus are well. I have been the bestest Mammy I could be, (most of the time), this year.
For Christmas, Mammy would like diamonds around my neck, a spa break and a big hug from a Fablis Chanel coat. Mammy would also like:
- an uninterrupted shower
- to experience the joy of independent excretion on the porcelain throne…alone
- for the children to recognise Daddy as the other perfectly capable adult who can do things for them in our home
- for some, even only a few, sentences to start with “Daddy” rather than “Mammy”, just for one day.
- for all of the seasonal bugs and sniffles to bugger off for a week!
- for a laundry fairy to magic away the pile, just for a few hours
But, while all of these things would indeed be wonderful, Mammy must say Santa, that really, I need nothing.
As cliched and silly as it might sound, I have everything I want right in front of me. As much as I give out about the daily pains of being a “fulltime-everything-to-everyone”, I would’t have it any other way.
These two little minions are mine. They are my carbon copies; a perfect little mixture of myself and my Him. For all their tantrums and chaos, they are my world. They give their Daddy and I so much fun every day. I’m glad I have their mucky little faces slabbering biscuits all over me, and their snottery noses to wipe. With each tantrum, I see two headstrong little girls who will change the world one smile at a time, and I know that they will be fine. Their arms around my neck are my diamonds.
And as for My Him? Yes I might give out that he spends too much time with our Jim, but that’s OK too. He’s the hardest working man I know, just like my own Daddy. I wouldn’t have him any other way. We lead crazy busy lives, but at the end of every hectic day, we come home to each other. He’s my big bad handsome man. He’s the only person in the world who knows me better than I know myself. He’s my Him and he’s the only hug I need this Christmas.
Uninterrupted showers are overrated. Soon enough, I shall have privacy in the bathroom once more. I will eventually find myself missing the fat little fingers against the glass. The snots and sniffles and puking, thankfully, come and go. How blessed I am that they do. The tears and tantrums might be plentiful, but they are outweighed by smiles and giggles that make the world chuckle in unison.
And they can “Mammy” me as much as the want. That’s what I’m here for. That’s what I am.
So yes Santa, “things” would of course be nice, but as for getting me what I need? Don’t worry. I don’t need anything. In the midst of the mess and laundry and chaos and tears and noise and stresses, it turns out that when I think about it, I have everything I could ever want right here already.
Have a wonderful Christmas Santa.
Lots of love,
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