I’m one of those ‘wait-till-the-last-second’ holiday shoppers. Why? Because I simply don’t deal well with the whole gift thing. I can keep a secret — I just can’t keep gift secrets when they are things I’ve purchased. It’s just a flaw that helps to make up me. The later I shop, the fewer gifts I have to buy. Sounds crazy, but let me explain…
My son, Ben, has always been a turd. When he was young, I would go shopping, bring surprises home with all these wonderful intentions, only to have him look at me with those big brown eyes and sweet talk me into “JUST ONE”. Of course, I would then have to go buy another gift as a surprise, and then another when the “JUST ONE” thing happened again. As he got a little older, there wasn’t one place that I could hide anything from him — and if he couldn’t find the stash, the big brown eye thing would still work every single time anyway.
But this year is different!! It’s not like Coco is going to dig through the car trunk to find gifts. She isn’t old enough to open packages and tape back the ends to try and fool me. Her every waking thought has yet to be saturated with commercials of all the coolest things she just HAS to have. She’s not going to have a clue what’s even going on …this year. She won’t bat her pretty eyes and softly ask, “How many more sleeps before Christmas?” (The line used to melt my heart on more than one occasion.)
So I’m going shopping tomorrow. Wuwu!
But now I have to ask… HOW MANY SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS??