Why is it that every year I feel more and more behind and rushed when it comes to Christmas? Could someone explain that to me? Each year I tell myself that next year will be different. Next year, I will have all my shopping done before Thanksgiving (instead of beginning the day after). Next year, I will create some uber-cute family photo Christmas card and will send them out during the first week of the month. Next year, I will spend more time baking and doing nifty crafts with my children (and, of course, I’ll have the time to do it because all the shopping will be done prior to turkey day). Next year, I will get all the commercialism out of the way early so that I can be focused on the true meaning of this most special holiday.
Of course, there has to be a fire truck.
As it stands now I still have much to do. There are yet a few gifts to buy. The bonus room is missing a tree. A “menu” for Christmas day needs to be planned (even though my family doesn’t do a formal, sit-down meal, just finger foods and snacks, some planning is helpful). All the junk from getting ready for the big day - the tape, paper, boxes, bows, ornaments - needs to be put away so that the house can be cleaned (I honestly feel like one of those people on a reality show about hoarding, so much so that if Niecy Nash shows up on my doorstep I won’t be surprised). A certain play table needs to be painted and readied for Thomas the Tank Engine and friends. And the list goes on...
On a happier note for the day, John-Heath’s music program was at school today and the evening performance will be tonight. You’ll remember he is to be Santa. He was sooo excited to take his costume to school today. As I have done prior to any of my children’s events in the past I have said a little prayer that he will do good, have fun, remain safe, and not do anything to embarrass me.
Happy Monday, ya’ll.
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