If Christmas was a race, it’d be a marathon. Except you’re getting cups of champagne thrown at you, not Gatorade.

If Christmas was a race, it’d be a marathon. Except you’re getting cups of champagne thrown at you, not Gatorade.

It’s called the silly season for a reason.

You get to be silly in one whole season then have a fresh year to resolve the damage made (aka: New Year’s Resolutions).

Although I love it when babes go wild, I’m here to take care of you too. So here’s how you keep on babe’n on through the festive season.

Tip#1: Know your trigger points.

Just seeing you makes me blow my top off. But for you, it could be that last espresso martini. And chik chik boom. That could be your tipping point and you don’t want to sink. Remember Titanic? Sad.

Tip#2: Get some Babe-Time.

You’re a popular babe so getting some alone time is just as rare as unicorns. #letsbefrank. Take some time out and allow yourself to take in the smell of snow (or sunscreen), the sound of carols and general Christmas cheer. No-one likes a grinch.

Tip#3: Get some booty sleep. And beauty sleep.

You’ve been jigging all night and no babe wants to pull a hamstring. Your body needs to recoup. Make your bedroom a haven for beauty sleep: keep your phone on silent, make it dark and throw on your best sheets. You’re not going to get a lot of sleep at this time of year, so make it as comfortable as possible. And hello pillow empire.

Tip#4: Pick and choose.

The party season is like a cheese platter: there’s the cheese you really want then the smelly one which you don’t want to go near. The same goes with parties: there are some that are obligatory. Try to balance your social schedule so you can do a bit of both. Be careful not to overcommit, be honest and always RSVP. You never know, the smelly party may surprise you after all.

Tip#5: Call for reinforcements.

Don’t do everything yourself. Be a boss-babe and delegate where possible. Get your gifts online, don’t be afraid to ask your housemates to help you clean up and hire a mini bus instead of being the mini bus. #letsbefrank, you always honk my horn. Even when you’re not the driver.

Now go out and paint the town in eggnog.

I’ll be here to scrub away the mess.

x frank

If Christmas was a race, it’d be a marathon. Except you’re getting cups of champagne thrown at you, not Gatorade.