It is 10:48 on December 23. I had a few friends over tonight, plus a few family members, for a really fun bit of caroling around the neighborhood. I’ve spent the past few days shopping with the hubs – outlet malls and local malls – mostly shopping for clothes. All of a sudden my son has nothing that fits him in his drawers. Last Sunday was especially comical, with his shirtsleeves rolled up to hide the fact that they only came halfway down his arms.
I’ve got all the kids presents wrapped. The Christmas Cookies are baked. The stockings are planned for. But, still…there it is. The Panic just hit. I have no special breakfast planned – and what is Christmas without a special breakfast?! I have no new PJs for the kids – and what is Christmas without new PJs?! Didn’t Mom and Dad always have new PJs for us on Christmas eve so we’d look cute for our Christmas morning photos? I haven’t made the dresses for my nieces that my daughter wanted me to make (but I did make the prototype, for her). And what is Christmas without piles of handmade goodies for your nieces?!
I just feel the panic – that I didn’t do enough, that I didn’t buy enough, that I didn’t make enough. Does anyone else feel the panic? Or, better yet, is anyone else missing PJs/special breakfast/oodles of homemade and thoughtful gifts from their Christmas line-up? Go ahead and tell me. I can take it!