If there’s a busier person than a parent of elementary-aged children during the holiday season, I don’t know who it is. Maybe an air traffic controller, or the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Maybe Beyoncé. But I think the sheer volume of holiday cheer and festivity crammed into the last month of the year is enough to rival even the highest-performing multitaskers.
It’s the week before winter break and I’m wrapping presents for a secret santa gift exchange and white elephant party. We shopped for cookie baking supplies for Little Bro’s class, donated cans to Big Bro’s class, planned their purchases for their holiday market, reserved their shaved ice fundraising treat, got bells for their Jingle jog, and of course it’s also Spirit Week. Tomorrow’s pajama day is about all I can handle.
Just when I thought there was a light at the end of the tunnel of emails, I received an alert for a “Crazy Sock Exchange.” I’m convinced the universe is just making things up at this point. We’ve done book exchanges and cookie exchanges, but a sock exchange- that’s a new one. Nevertheless, I got to work filling holiday socks with treats because at this point, what’s one more celebration?
I know in a few short days, the last week of the year will bring the bustle to a stop. We’ll get a break from work and school to relax and recharge before ringing in 2024. I’ll be basking in every slow minute of it.
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