My Christmas fails. 🎅🏼

I love Christmas. It’s definitely my favourite time of the whole year. I love the music, the films, the hustle and bustle at the shops, the Christmas chocolates (I’m a Celebrations girl FYI) and the general ‘it’s Christmas, let’s everybody be happy’ vibes.

But with this great love of Christmas comes a huge issue when teamed with my annoying perfectionist trait; wanting to have the perfect Christmas. I mainly blame Instagram for this. I’ve also been ridiculously unorganised this year. I only finished Christmas shopping on Wednesday, wrapped presents last night and had to get to the supermarket for opening time this morning. Totally not usual behaviour from me.

Here are the four signs that I’m currently a desperate-to-be-organised-but-too-busy-to-think-of-everything mum at Christmas.

  • The Elf on the Shelf guilt. Instagram has been full of elf on the shelf. I do love it and find it pretty funny but now feeling extremely guilty that we haven’t had one and I’ve not come up with hilarious places and positions to put him in everyday. Sorry Harley, I failed you.
  • The shit-they’ve-sold-out-of-everything moment. Being so unorganised this year has resulted in new experiences I’ve never had before; shops sell out of things that you want/need? How bloody dare they?! Do they not understand that Harley* wanted a Happyland Advent Calendar? * me. 
  • The doesn’t-go-to-plan trip to see Santa. You plan the most idyllic visit to see Father Christmas. You know the kind you see on films. In reality, doesn’t happen. Your child hates Santa, to be fair he is a strange man in a red suit and being told to go and talk to this stranger may seem odd. The photo that you planned to frame and take pride of place in the living room actually seems to capture one of the worst moments of your child’s life. And as a sidenote why do pictures of Santa always look like they’re from the 80’s?
  • The Santa’s treat plate fail.  So I had totally planned to get Harley a plate or board for Santa to serve him Christmas Eve treats but then realised that what Father Christmas likes as a treat at our house is a little different to tradition (when he comes here he loves nothing more than a McVities chocolate digestive biscuit – obvs – and a beer) so none of the plates or boards on offer were right. Therefore I decided, as an arts and crafts goddess (total fiction, take a look at my homemade Easter cards here) to make my own. To say it’s bad is an understatement. I’m sorry Harley, I’ve failed you again.

But you know what? Who cares? He’s going to love the day no matter what. And if all else fails there’s always chocolate…

Merry Christmas y’all.

The Aspiring Yummy Mummy. x


Merry Christmas y’all!


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