It’s five sleeps til Christmas!
Ah, Christmas. How I love to hate thee. Now, don’t fret, I’m not about to get all ba-humbug on you all. It’s just my love-hate relationship with this merry holiday of ours. You see, late on Thursday last week, the 16th of December, I discovered that OH! HO HO HO! I had made a teeny tiny oversight when ordering ALL the children’s toys for Christmas. All the nieces and nephews and friends kids and MY kid’s presents. Ordered from one shop. Or were they? I logged into said shop to check the status of delivery, as it was a weeny bit late in arriving. And there they were. All $400+ of toys sittin in my cart.
I frantically checked my email account for an order confirmation. No order confirmation had been received.
I zipped back to the open shop tab and stared, appalled, at this un-ordered treasure trove of toy heaven. I looked at the date, I looked at delivery times, I balked at the changes in price, as all the sale items I hate ordered had now returned to their usual amounts. I put down the lap top and saw to my daughter, who needed my attention for a few moment. Some 15 minutes later I returned and …… nothing. No cart. Empty cart. No toys. AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH!
So, even if I wanted to reorder these precious items, I would have to go through and find them all again. And, after a phone call to the shop I discovered that the cut off time for delivery to my state had passed, so that settled that. After bragging to all and sundry about completing my Christmas shopping without setting foot into one shop…. I was going to have to go to. the. shops.
I imagined it. I over-imagined it. Cranky shoppers, crying babies (mine included), rude shop assistants, out of stock items, long queues. It was going to be hell. I stamped and stomped and grumped about, and felt sick every time I thought about this late, late, Christmas shopping dash.
So, I booked Pebble in with her Daddy Day Care on Saturday morning, dashed to the shops ready for the doors to open and …… within three hours I was done. Not only that, but it wasn’t even that busy! AND everyone was smiling. Shop assistants were merry and sparkly and giddy with Christmas glee. Other shoppers were filled with Christmas cheer, “oh no, please, you were first, go ahead”. I even ended up getting some different gifts to my original list that I liked better than my first choice, and can’t wait to hand them out of Christmas day.*
So, excuse me while I write a note to self for next year:
Ba-humbug is boring and annoying and negative. Leave that shit behind. You will get to see everyone you love sometime over Christmas (even if not all on the one day) and it will be awesome. Don’t stress about shopping, the shops aren’t that bad – AND DON’T SHOP ONLINE. It seems like a good idea, but in reality it’s not for you. Don’t worry about things that haven’t happened, and if shit happens, then just think, in a few days you’ll be laughing about it, or at least using it for a story on your blog.
Ahhhhhh. That’s better.
Merry Christmas to all!
*still waiting on one last delivery of an online order which I have been assured has been shipped. From the UK. Where all that snow is. Yikes!