Jury Rigged Advent Calendar
A not-great photo from my not-great camera. It gets the job done, and it's right where the stairs are so I can't go up to bed without remembering to fill it. And the kids are quite impressed. Every day gets a chocolate and a cartoon or a suggestion for a Christmas activity or a little Christmas thing. Today they got pencils with toy soldier toppers and wrote their Christmas lists with them.
I've read a couple of posts by people who are having trouble catching the spirit of the season. That's often me, but I'm feeling pretty good at the moment. I'm boxing up Christmas presents to ship to Edmonton, London and Thunder Bay, and it's only December sixth! Do you know what this means? This means we could possibly not have to pay the 'equivalent to your firstborn child AND your favourite limb and we MIGHT be able to get it there for Christmas' fee at the post office! I went to the library on Saturday (after my husband tried to vacuum my dress off me, but that's another story) and since I was already out I thought maybe I'll go to Chapters and get those last few Christmas gifts and then I thought what are you insane, it's Saturday and it's December, it'll be like those pilgrimages where people show their religious devotion by stomping other people to death, and THEN I thought, but those retail people, they KNOW it's a Saturday in December so chances are they'll have cheery teen-agers stacked up four deep just dying to aid and comfort me.
And they did.
It was a thing of beauty and joy. I searched and hunted and gathered. I perused and mused. I was selective and suggestive (not really, I just couldn't think of another good word). And when I walked out of there I was SO done. Partly because I just love buying people books and partly because I just decided that whoever I wasn't done was just shit out of luck.
Kidding. Mostly.
I've read a couple of posts by people who are having trouble catching the spirit of the season. That's often me, but I'm feeling pretty good at the moment. I'm boxing up Christmas presents to ship to Edmonton, London and Thunder Bay, and it's only December sixth! Do you know what this means? This means we could possibly not have to pay the 'equivalent to your firstborn child AND your favourite limb and we MIGHT be able to get it there for Christmas' fee at the post office! I went to the library on Saturday (after my husband tried to vacuum my dress off me, but that's another story) and since I was already out I thought maybe I'll go to Chapters and get those last few Christmas gifts and then I thought what are you insane, it's Saturday and it's December, it'll be like those pilgrimages where people show their religious devotion by stomping other people to death, and THEN I thought, but those retail people, they KNOW it's a Saturday in December so chances are they'll have cheery teen-agers stacked up four deep just dying to aid and comfort me.
And they did.
It was a thing of beauty and joy. I searched and hunted and gathered. I perused and mused. I was selective and suggestive (not really, I just couldn't think of another good word). And when I walked out of there I was SO done. Partly because I just love buying people books and partly because I just decided that whoever I wasn't done was just shit out of luck.
Kidding. Mostly.
Comments
Your husband tried to vacuum your dress off of you? Is that a euphemism?
And this reminds me, I need to order my last few gifts online. Because I don't want to pay super-shipping, either. And ESPECIALLY not when I live within a 45 minute drive of everyone on my list.
I'm in the Christmas spirit but not the Christmas bustle. I haven't bought gift one. Not even wrapping paper and I spent the entire weekend laying on the couch with my kids watching Harry Potter and old black and white movies.
Your husband vacuums? Where do I get one of those?
And no, I am not HORRIBLE! I'm still laughing at your reaction!
My son will develop character...or neurotic tendencies...big deal...
Now come over here and help me get some damn Christmas spirit, I get cranky at the sound of Christmas carols.
My Christmas cards/newsletters are almost DONE! And my shopping? Erm. I thought I was done, but then husband mentioned he bought me something (when he wasn't suppose) so now I've got to think of a gift for him -- no small feat when you live in a very small town.
Not that I'm knocking your fab advent calendar. It just reconfirms why I'm not having children. I so don't have the energy to do something like that.