Did someone say Christmas?? What?! There are only ELEVEN weeks until Christmas? I’ve always envied those people who do their Christmas shopping mid-year. You know… the ones who have everything planned out in advance, down to knowing what week the sale catalogues usually issue and which shops to trust for online laybys?
I love these people, I love that they know exactly where to go to get the best prices. I love that they will line up before the store opens to ensure they nab the bargain. I love how they can preempt what their children will enjoy playing with in six months’ time, or what clothing size they will have grown to.
These people are awesome. I am SO not one of these people!
I’ve tried, honestly I’ve tried. But I just can’t get it together. I’m always, and I mean ALWAYS shopping at the last minute. Like the Saturday before Christmas Eve (or Christmas Eve itself if it happens to be the Saturday). I’m there with all the other crazed shoppers desperately trying to find the perfect gift among the shelves full of discarded, slightly damaged, unwanted toys. I could try and claim that I’m rebelling against the commercialism of Christmas.
But that would be a lie.
Christmas is awesome. Presents are awesome. Little kids’ faces when they see presents – are awesome.
So I couldn’t really convince you that that was my reason. I think I’m just not good at it. Forward planning probably isn’t my forte. Come to think of it, this is possibly the cause of a great deal of my stress actually! No matter how hard I try packing the kids daycare bags the night before, or planning the week’s dinner menu ahead of time … it just doesn’t happen. Sometimes it lasts a week. Usually I’m just a one-shot wonder. I really need to work on this … but that would probably require some type of forward planning…
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