I’m not really a Christmas Person™. Respect to all the Christmas / Winter Holiday people out there — I see you going hard with your peppermint bark, cookie exchanges, elaborate light displays, and ice skating trips. You’re ripping Christmas trees out of the ground with your bare hands, making holiday magic that children and husbands everywhere will take for granted, and I, for one, respect the hell out of it.
But when you’re fed up with constructing Elf on the Shelf dioramas in the middle of the night and want to scream about how you actually feel about the holidays ~ something like OH MY GOD I HATE MY MOTHER IN LAW, THESE CHILDREN ARE UNGRATEFUL MONSTERS, GET THESE MATCHING PAJAMAS OFF ME, WHO’S GOING TO WASH ALL THESE DISHES ASSHOLE ~ know I am here for you.
I will affirm you. Yes, of course you feel like shit. The holiday season is just one more full-time job for mothers. And what do you get in return? A dirty house, epic tons of packaging and trash to haul to the curb while feeling …
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