18/12/2025
Let this serve as a warning… 😂😂
I just vented to my partner about everything I still have to do for Christmas — the shopping, the cooking, the wrapping, the coordinating, the emotional labor of remembering every detail that magically “just happens” every year — and his response was, “Well, the first thing you have to do is calm down.”
And in that moment, something in my soul said:
Oh. So now I have to plan a funeral on top of everything else.
Great. Add it to the to-do list.
Because nothing makes a stressed, exhausted, overwhelmed person “calm down” like being told to calm down by the one person who should know better. It’s like handing someone drowning a glass of water.
What he didn’t understand is that I wasn’t asking to be fixed — I was asking to be heard. I wasn’t asking for advice — I was asking for partnership. I wasn’t looking for someone to downplay my stress — I was hoping for someone to say, “Let me help you with that.”
Instead, he gave me the verbal equivalent of patting me on the head.
Every woman knows that feeling: the mental load already sits on your shoulders like a backpack full of bricks, and instead of taking one brick off, he tells you to hold it more gracefully.
And the irony?
If you didn’t do all the Christmas magic, he’d notice.
If you do it all, he thinks it just naturally happens.
If you mention how much work it is, suddenly you’re “too emotional.”
So yes — while I’m finishing the decorations, organizing the meals, choosing the gifts, and keeping everyone else’s sanity intact, I guess I’ll also be picking out a burial plot, because apparently I’m married to someone who hasn’t learned the danger of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
It’s fine.
I’ll wrap the presents.
I’ll manage the house.
I’ll handle Christmas.
And I’ll plan the hypothetical funeral.
Honestly, multitasking is my superpower anyway.
“Andy Burg”