‘Twas the night before shipping deadlines,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring
Except me and my mouse.
The pictures uploaded
And laid out with care,
In hopes that by Christmas
The in-laws presents will be here.
How many years now have I made photo albums for Sean’s family? Four? Five? You would think by now that I would decide to pass on the holiday tradition of waiting until the last possible second to order them. With the family Christmas party this weekend, there is no way that I will have them in time for the official celebration. They should arrive by Christmas, though. That’s the most important thing to me, since we leave for Florida the next day, and I know that we need to deliver his great aunt’s by hand while we are there. She just finally got last year’s less than a month ago (not our fault, by the way).
The whole Christmas holiday is wearing me out. I went and did most of my Christmas shopping this past Saturday. While I was fighting the onset of a migraine. Good times. I all but struck out at Target and WalMart, given my unwillingness to buy meaningless crap just to be done with the shopping.
In desperation, I headed over to the Toys R Us by our local mall. At dinnertime. Talk about the belly of the beast. I think I know how Jonah felt. The place swallowed me up and puked me back out. But, I did finally find gifts for my kids there, so it was worth the excruciating experience.
So, at this point, I have bought presents for my kids and husband and have ordered the photo albums for Sean’s family. That just leaves my parents. I was thinking about getting them these:
Seriously, who would be that tacky??? Or cheap and curmudgeonly?
And I’m no closer to a gift for my parents, who are notoriously difficult to shop for. If they want something, they just go out and buy it.
Sucks to be them.