Grumpy about the holidays – day 12 (panic)

Oh god. Only 12 more days until Christmas. I’ve achieved panic mode. It might also be that I’m displacing some of my anxiety over tae kwon do purple belt testing tomorrow, but I don’t think so.

I have so much irrelevant holiday-related stuff to do — shopping for gifts in person and on-line (family, kids, Santa, teachers, yah yah yah), a few visits and small dinner get-togethers, meals, mince pies, cookies… I feel desperately that we need more bling on the front lawn. None of it is worthy of complaining about, but I don’t let that stop me. I get very little time to myself to accomplish things in secret.

The one really amazing thing that I never have to panic about is this, at least so far: Jesse and Nick don’t go around hunting for gifts. I don’t understand it. They don’t open closed doors and closets. When I put a sign on a door that says “DO NOT ENTER (don’t even think about it),” they actually obey.

It’s awesome. I have some enormous stuff stashed in obvious places already. I feel confident the kids won’t find anything, because they’ll never look. But I think it also means there’s something seriously wrong with them.

I better make an extra appointment with the therapist next week.