Here’s a crazy letter to Santa from a crazy mother | a letter that all mothers wish they could write
I write this letter to you hiding in my secret hideout place (my awesome W.C. in the washroom), the lights are shut (so my girls wouldn’t know I’m in her), and my phone’s torch is being used along with my daughter’s crayon that I just smuggled out of her precious crayon box.
My heartbeat is high as I really want to finish this letter before #mylittlemuffins find me hiding in here.
I have tried to be a sane mother during this past year. It’s been a crazy year for me, handing two kids.
But I nearly managed to keep my girls happy and be a good mommy to them.
I have fed them well, kept them clean and taken them for fun drives, crazy Park rides and tons of other children’s events.
I haven’t seen my doctor even once, even when I was just not able to get up from my bed. However when my daughters fell sick I ran to the doctor like a headless chicken.
I am not usually the kind, who would request for something. I don’t really believe in materialistic pleasure.
My daughter’s letter to Santa inspired be to make an exception this year.
OK! So my list is kind of long… So please hold yourself and grab a seat Dear Santa.
Kindly find below the list of my requests:
1. A new brain: Yes! You heard it right, I badly need a new brain. I’m totally done with being a forgetful woman. I do manage to multitask, but I feel this is draining me out.
I open the refrigerator and forget why I opened it.
I enter a room and forget why I did so.
I go to the kitchen and forget why I did so.
I pick up my phone and forget why I did so.
Trust me Santa, my list of forgetful moments is long enough to fill each and every page of an encyclopaedia.
I would be grateful if you could grant this wish.
2. A new pair of strong legs: I wouldn’t mind any colour, but would be happy if I could get a pink one, knowing my daughter’s obsession with pink. Maybe then she would stop pulling my leg, which she does all the time.
3. An extra pair of stronger arms: My arms have lost its strength, exactly why babywearing comes to my rescue. I can’t hold my baby more than a minute, if incase I forget to step out of my house without it.
I’m not sure if my addiction to babywearing is the reason for this or incidences like these are: when I step out of the car after returning from a party, I wear my little one in the carrier, pick up my huge travelers bag kind of mommy bag on my shoulder. Pick up the back gifts with the other hand, and manage to pick a few balloons that my girl gets from almost all the parties. And then my elder one makes a puppy face and tells me how tired she is, and asks me to pick her up too. Dear Santa, I still manage to pick All of them together, but by the time I reach my house on the first floor, I fall on my bed like a dead log.
A new extra pair of hands which could act as an extention to my body, would work wonders for me.
4. An extra pair of ears: It’s been long since I have heard my favourite music. I loved listening to music with my headphones, with the volume super high. Now I can’t even think of doing it, because if I do it I would miss my elder daughters infinite number of questions or miss my little ones crying.
If you grant my request for an extra pair of ears, I could manage to listen to my girls and my favourite music, all at the same time.
I know I’m a bit late to request for so many things from my wishlist, and you might be busy with similar requests from many moms around. If you wouldn’t be able to grant all, I would quite well understand.
I got late because I couldn’t find lone time to write to you.
Incase you can’t fulfill my wishlist, please please consider giving me just one thing: and that is Time.
Time to be able to poop without the fear of the door breaking down due to the banging…
Time to have a shower without the need to rush out, because of the girls want to use the washroom at the same time…
Time to watch my favourite shows on the television without the girls wanting to poop, pee or feeling hungry at the same time…
Time to go on a date with my husband without the fear of the glass being broken, or cutlery poking someone’s eye…
So, you take a call dear Santa.
I give you two options, either the entire wishlist or just the TIME..
I would be glad if you could get back to me at the earliest, so I could work on my next year’s wishlist for you.
Mom of two crazy girls
P. S. Incase you can’t give me anything from the above you may choose to pay for the cruise trip I was planning to go for with my husband and kids.
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