There was a time when I’d have purchased all of my Christmas presents before the beginning of October.
That time is not now.
In fact, I’ve only purchased a few items for the kids and nothing for anyone else. I haven’t even done up a spreadsheet for a Christmas budget or written down ideas for each friend and family member to buy for. Hell, Little Man is more on top of the Christmas list than I am.
Would it be tacky to just ask non-Santa recipients to send me a few links to things they’d like? And then I can find the knock-off version and we’ll all be semi-happy.
I’m so slack these days compared to the old me. Old me was pretty much the same as new me (so a certain level of crazy was still there), except she was Monica Gellar organized, never late for anything, and always prepared. She was also more fun at parties, amazingly. (Basically an Eeyore that was on top of shit and could throw down.)I keep trying to think of trade-offs. It’s okay to lose points in one department as long as you make up for them elsewhere. Like if I could add “Became hella good cook,” that would make “Disorganized” and “Can’t remember shit” not so bad.
That’s not the case, though. In fact, that’s so not the case that I fucked up Hamburger Helper last night. Sam said he was gonna make it but I told him I’d make it since it was the one thing I couldn’t mess up. Well, I messed it up. My big measuring cups were in the wash, so I had to use the 1/4 cup. Now I know full well that if the instructions call for 2 cups to do 8, but I temporarily forgot that it was 1/4 cup and treated it as a 1/2 cup.
“Sam, come look at this,” I called a few minutes before the timer was set to go off. “There’s hardly any sauce. It’s a weird color. This doesn’t look right.”
He threw his head back laughing since I’d just said I couldn’t mess it up and then asked if I’d put enough milk and water. I was offended at the suggestion I wouldn’t know how much milk and water to put in until I realized my measuring error.
So, no, I can’t even add better cook to my list. Gah.
Back to Christmas. Just once I want to do a perfect Christmas for the kids, do all the crafts, the fun holiday themed baking, decorations galore, etc. and not get so overwhelmed (this equals anxiety and moody as fuck) and be all mediocre. I thought about the typical things, cooking-thanksgiving-cleaning-birthday-festivities-holiday cards-baking-cleaning-party-baking-crafts-wrapping-family visits and realized I might need klonopin before I start much planning.
The sloth sez one thing at a time and the spreadsheet it is. I’ll make it a point to start the spreadsheet this week and figure out the money part and get ideas for everyone. Feel free to leave your wishlist below and maybe I’ll buy something off it. It probably won’t be for you (unless you catch me on Amazon in a bout of hypomania), but it might help cross someone off my list.