Tonight I put on my Christmas martyr pants, stood on my Christmas martyr soap box and let it rip.
“I am doing EVERYTHING around here to get ready for Christmas and no-one else is doing ANYTHING!!”
“Like what?” came the reply from my rather shell shocked family.
So I listed all the stuff I have been doing or will do in the lead up to 25 December:
My martyr list
- Buy four presents and cards for friends of my children who selfishly decided to be born in December.
- Buy 50 chocolates Santas and 50 small Christmas cards for my children’s classmates.
- Buy a Christmas present for the kids’ tennis coach.
- Buy Christmas gift bags to carry all the Christmas stuff to school.
- Make over 60 brownies as presents for teachers, school crossing supervisors, after school care carers, workmates, family and friends.
- Write 40 Christmas cards to family and friends.
- Source and buy Christmas presents for my children. Track down the one doll my daughter wants that has sold out everywhere, so I’m forced to buy it online. Then the wrong one is delivered. Then I panic that the correct one won’t arrive on time so I ask my lovely workmates to keep an eye out for it in the stores. Then I really panic and decide to buy another one just in case. Then the store sends me the correct one plus the second one I bought; and my workmate buys me one too. So I now have three dolls.
- Book my children in to school holiday program for January that needs to be booked and paid for in December.
- Buy a Kris Kringle gift.
- Buy new Christmas lights for the Christmas tree because the cats ate the lights last year.
- Buy the cats a Christmas present.
- Get up at sparrow’s fart to line up to have photos of the kids taken with Santa.
- Book in for a spray tan, manicure, pedicure and hair cut before Christmas.
- Book kids in for a hair cut before Christmas.
- Make sure the kids have nice outfits to wear for Christmas Day.
Impressive, isn’t it?