An honest review of my kid’s nativity.
Warning and potential spoilers – if you want to read a nice yummy mummy account of how amazing and brilliant children are, the joys of Christmas, the wonder of primary (infant) schools or any other jolly and amazing parenting wonderment then this is not the place for you to be… go wrap your small children in bed and watch them breathe, make a Christmas cocoa and spread Christmas joy instead.. don’t say I didn’t warn you if you continue to read… Despite being able to avoid the curse of the last god knows how many years it’s been of covid I decided to catch it (you know for funsies) the week before my kid’s nativity play. While I am not kidding on this, COVID is horrific and painful and kind of scary (why no one explained this to me I don’t know) I am not going to lie, in between the wanting to die, incredible bone pain, fever dreams, chills and sweats I was a little relieved that I was in no way going to be covid free in time to attend said nativity play…. Of course, I forget p...