Iām starring at my tree thinking the lights are so pretty, but they bring me no comfort, no joy, no Christmas spirit. Why? What is wrong with me? Why am I actually sitting here thinking about what would happen to me if I go and sleep outside where itās currently has a real feel of -7 degrees. Would that be considered āhurting myselfā? Then I remember how much I hate the cold, so thatās out...Iāve tried to make this holiday season special despite what is going on around us while trying to be super mom and super spouse. Iāve been trying to run the house, deal with 100% remote learning, extra curricular activities and taking care of the majority of what needs to be done for the holidays. I was sick last week, thought I had COVID, everything came back negative thank goodness. But I muscled through being sick and kept doing what need to get done. Today either I forgot to do something or didnāt do it correctly, was told so and reminded of it several times. I became extremely depressed and defensive. This Christmas Eve sucks! I just wanted to enjoy it with my family and instead I spent hours crying because I am such a failure. I had a family picture by the tree planned...didnāt happen, the energy was sucked out of me and I just couldnāt do it. Didnāt feel like it myself (depressed and red puffy eyes donāt make great photography), I also didnāt feel like fighting everyone to get them to do it. How do other families do it? How do they have their shit together? How do they get everything perfect done each week so they donāt get yelled at? How do they get their kids to take pictures? All these adorable kids and families taking pictures together on FB and IG, like how do they do it? Why is everything a struggle? Like WTF is wrong with me?