Why I HATE January

Happy New Year! Another Shiny New Year, the first page in a blank new diary. I always get excited about what a New Year will bring, but I really hate January.

Why?

In December, it is ALL about the pigs in blankets – but now? Now I AM the pig in a blanket. I have consumed roughly 4.6 times my body weight in Quality Street and am slightly concerned that my belly is catching up with my boobs.

My other half goes back to work. As much as I hate to admit it, it’s been kinda pleasant having him around – we have had a lovely December together for our first Christmas as a family of four, mostly doing nothing, which is sometimes the best thing to do in the world. With his return to the office comes the return of preschool runs in the dark and a requirement to get dressed before midday. I do however regain control of the remote (silver lining) and will no longer get confused between ‘real’ football and FIFA17.

It’s freezing. In December, the icy chills with scarves and gloves just enhance that festive feel. Bright lights and snuggles watching Christmas movies (mostly Elf on repeat) made the cold feel almost magical, but in January…. I start to feel like a bear approaching hibernation. A bear who gets woken up several times a night for a cuddle.

The sales…. I might be alone in this one, but I HATE January sales. Not only are all the things you bought last week now half the price, but you have spent your entire December payslip (mainly on Quality Street, see above) and therefore can’t afford to buy anything anyway. Oh and that amazingly gorgeous going out dress you want (despite the fact you never go out?) Only left in a size 8. Immediately regretting those Quality Street. I do however have a Next VIP slot, and have kitted out the kids (on credit woohoo!) with their winter clothes for this time next year!

But the worst thing about January?? My ultimate bargaining tool has gone. For at least another 8 months. For the last month my weapon of choice to combat bad behaviour has been the simple threat of a call to Father Christmas. After Christmas Day, a call to get him to come and take the toys back. But in January… I’m all out – zilch, nada, nothing! Roll on March when the Easter Bunny can put her foot down.

What do you make of January, love it or hate it?