So there’s less than 3 weeks until Christmas, and apparently I’ve lulled myself into a false sense of security when it comes to gift shopping. I’d finished the kids over two weeks ago. I was super psyched. Done. All I needed to do was wrap the presents. And then tonight it hit me…I’m nowhere near done!
There’s the newspaper person (you can’t call them ‘paperboy’ anymore; it’s not politically correct – and I’m pretty sure mine is a lady), and the mail person, UPS and FEDEX guys (I get a lot of packages). Then we’ve got three different bus drivers and count ’em, eight teachers between all three kids. Add in my hubby, folks, my in-laws, brother & sis-in-law, brother-in-law & his wife, cousin’s kids, my nephews and then a few extra presents to have handy for pop-ins, and I’m royally screwed.
And did I mention there’s just 3 weeks left? And I’ve got 4 more fundraisers planned at my boutique, a Christmas Eve party to host with over 25 guests, complete with home cooked food & hors d’ourves. And the endless trays of cookies to bake – my God – the cookies!
Our annual tree picking-out night had to be postponed by a day already, because my son decided to lose his balance and fall off his bike, landing him in the hospital – on the night of the annual tree selection. C’mon. We’ve already lost a day! Yah, yah, I know…poor kid. He’ll be fine. But we’re running a day behind…and there’s only 3 weeks left!
Okay hold on. I’m okay. It’s no big deal. I’ll get it all done. I always do. And it’ll be great. But seriously there are only 3 weeks left. How did this happen? Wasn’t I just writing about the lack of mums in October…wasn’t I just talking about my mom and her foot surgery saga? When did Halloween and Thanksgiving come and go and we’re on to Christmas now?
Three weeks left. Just three weeks. And then we’ll be doing New Year’s Eve and Valentine’s Day.
New plan. I’m not going to stress over getting it all done. I’m not going to let the season and the commercialization of it, get the best of me.
I’m going to sit by my tree, listen to music and have a nice stiff peppermint martini. Maybe two.
I’m going to bring tidings of cheer to everyone I meet. I’m going to embrace the season the way it was intended. It’s not about the presents. It’s not about the food. And at the end of the day if I buy a platter of chicken Parmesan instead of making it from scratch, that’ll be okay, too.
It really is, as the Grinch says,
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more”