This morning Joe woke up before everyone else and asked me if he needed to go get eggs so we could bake cookies for everyone's Christmas "gift". Yeah, we make our presents on Christmas morning, problem?
So then I was up and sitting in the living room and for like 5 minutes I was fighting the urge to wake the kids up to open their presents. I ultimately decided against it since A) Joe wasn't home and B) seriously, why would I wake them up?!
I'm not even sure what I was so excited about anyway. I really dropped the ball on Christmas this year. I mean, really.
My tree is just barely decorated with some $2 mini-ornaments I just bought Friday. I never did bring up the box of decorations from the basement. I did manage to make 5 whole paper snowflakes though.
I thought I had spent too much money on presents for the girls, but when I went to gather everything yesterday to wrap it, I found that they barely had anything. It's not really a big deal that they get a lot of presents from us or anything, but I had to pull things out of their stockings to wrap up so that they'd have something to unwrap.
I have presents hidden in places still that I couldn't find... because I was too overwhelmed with Violet's birthday and all my failings to do a good rescue search. If I looked for 5 minutes I could probably find them.
I made the girls' head bows today. Three hours before we leave for dinner.
I printed out pictures for the grandparents and picked out the most god awfully off center picture I could find.
I can't turn my Bitch button off this morning even though I feel bad.
Oh well, at least the kids are young and won't remember how much I sucked this Christmas! Must redeem myself next year. Maybe we'll even put lights up on the house!