We all look forward to a quiet, peaceful December Holiday to recharge and rest after a long, hard year. A holiday filled with sleep-ins, suntans, drinks with friends and long afternoon naps, but as mothers we know that this will likely remain but a wish on our Christmas Wishlist for the next 16 years. The kind of expectation vs reality thing. Yes, for us moms holidays mean getting up at ridiculous hours (because for some reason our toddlers who couldn’t wake up early for school now thinks 5 AM is a reasonable time to wake the household), cleaning ALL day (and then giving up on cleaning, just to clean some more), re-decorating the Christmas tree multiple times a day, learning how to become a master snack maker and then just a snack maker because geez these little ones can eat, and having to attend tea parties with dolls or grabbing the opportunity to hunt dinosaurs just so that you can hide in the kitchen cupboard for only 10 minutes of the much needed me-time we will never get. Yes, holidays are magical – its the kind of magic that turns the once loved silence into a horror film (silence means trouble easy as pie), it’s the kind of magic that makes one hour feel like 10, and one day feel like a month, its the kind of magic that makes you realise how blessed you are with your child’s teacher or nanny… yes, Holidays are magical.