I have written in posts this month about how happy this holiday season has been for me. I truly have never experienced more joy and happiness than I have this December, my first with my baby girls.

But now that Christmas has come and gone, can I just say how tired I am? “Tired” really doesn’t do this feeling justice. I am exhausted. I am drained. I am pooped. My heart is happy, but every other part of me is completely and totally done.

Christmas Eve exhaustion. Gone are the days of a cute holiday outfit. Here are the days of wearing my undershirt for Christmas dinner because my holiday blouse has spit-up on it...
Christmas Eve exhaustion. Gone are the days of a cute holiday outfit. Here are the days of wearing my undershirt for Christmas dinner because my holiday blouse has spit-up on it…

Mr. Starfish and I live in Chicago and we drove to my hometown of St. Louis for the holidays. We stayed at my mom’s house most of the stay but spent one night at my grandmother’s house in central Missouri. We left Chicago on Wednesday night 12/21 and returned the night of 12/26.

It required a lot of planning and organization to get the car packed with all of the stuff that two baby girls need for five days. I know it’s been said before, but honestly, how do such tiny people require so much stuff?? The small suitcases for Mr. Starfish and me fit neatly in our SUV, but Lilly and Audrey’s stuff filled our car all the way to the top. The packing list was extensive: pack ‘n plays as makeshift cribs, lovies, clothing and pajamas, diapers, wipes, diaper cream and powder, formula, formula water, food, spoons, bibs, burp rags, bottles, bottle brush, boppy pillows, toys, bouncy chairs, high chairs, play mat, baby shampoo and lotion, special Christmas outfits. Writing this all out, it seems like a lot of stuff but honestly if I had to do it again, I would bring all of it again. We used every last thing that we packed!

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We timed our drives both ways to coincide with the girls’ nighttime sleep. They usually go to sleep at 6:30PM and we did bedtime routine as normal and then packed them into their carseats in their regular fleece footie pajamas. We were lucky that they slept uninterrupted on both drives, but this schedule also meant that Mr. Starfish and I got little sleep on those nights. When we arrived at our destination, we had prep work to put the girls’ things out for the next morning and prepare for their next day. This meant we didn’t get to sleep until around midnight, groggily stumbling awake at 6:30 in the morning when the girls were ready to start their days.

The girls had so many visitors and attention while we were in Missouri, but I naively thought that having so many people around would mean that I would catch a break in baby duty. I was so wrong. While this might be true in coming years as the girls get older, I simply didn’t realize that people tend to shy away from baby tasks. While I found that family loved to coo and socialize with the babies, most were intimidated by feedings or helping with bedtime or diapers. Thinking about it now, it makes so much sense to me that people would respect our babies’ routine and our ways of doing things and thus stay out of our way when it came to those tasks, but I wrongly set expectations for myself before the trip and so I became overwhelmed when it all came down to me. This was made worse because Mr. Starfish almost immediately went into mental “vacation” mode and checked out a great deal. I got increasingly frustrated without really realizing where my frustration was coming from, which made for a poor parenting partnership. Thankfully, we checked ourselves on this by the second day.

This holiday also was somewhat bittersweet for many of my family members. My mom lost her mom only a month ago and while she was so happy to celebrate Christmas with her new granddaughters, there also was an understandable sadness to her holiday. Meanwhile, my dad couldn’t be with all of us due to travel issues and my sister is in the midst of a very stressful PhD internship interviewing process. The problem was that I was caring for two needy and loud babies and so I wasn’t able to have the quiet and supportive conversations with these family members that I felt they deserved. This weighed on me a great deal, probably more than I realized at the time.

I could end this post by saying, “All of this exhaustion doesn’t compare to the magic and joy and love of looking at my babies’ eyes on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning!”

But I’m not going to do that to you. While Christmas really was great this year, here’s the truth that I’m feeling right this second. Magic was watching our nanny walk in this morning to take over a day with the girls. Joy was settling in to my desk at work this morning surrounded by pure silence and calm and drinking two uninterrupted cups of coffee. Love is having the time today in my work day to recharge my mommy batteries so that I can walk in to our house tonight ready to tackle Christmas thank you notes, the disassembly of holiday decorations, and re-establishing our regular family routine.

Anyone else out there feeling holiday fatigue?

Until next year, Santa! Until next year, Santa!