*I am so crap at post titles it is embarassing*
Anyway last night I was up until 1 o'clock wrapping up presents and checking that the contents of the Santa sacks were fair and even. Ugh. The kids were up at 5am this morning (nothing out of the norm, sometimes it's 4.30am) so I'm a little tired.
I actually culled some of the presents, putting stuff away for birthdays and whatever, as there just seemed to be too much. I don't want them to be getting snowed under with presents every Christmas and birthdays. I read on a forum the other day, someone making a suggestion that instead of giving a child an actual-in-real-life present that the mother make a charitable donation on the childs part. What the??!
Kids are kids and as far as I'm concerned, they deserve presents. By all means make donations with the child, participate in charitable activities together, discuss with them the fact that life is not always fair and in this world some people have much and others have little.
But to not give a Christmas present at all? That is very wrong. I hope that poor little kid doesn't get a card under the Christmas tree telling him that Mummy has bought a sheep for a village far, far away, in his name. Oh, and have a Merry Christmas. So, I didn't get overly excited with the wrapping. I couldn't find my little bundle of 'present wrapping stuff', to start with. Still got no idea what I've done with that. I had to sneak everything out to the lounge, past the bedroom door of Clary, AKA the-lightest-sleeper-ever-born-if-he-goes-to-sleep-while-you're-in-the-room-stop-breathing-immediately-so-you-do-not-wake-him-up.
Then, a fair way into the whole procedure, I hear the little footsteps coming down the hallway.
It was Ruby but I managed to steer her off at the pass. Thank goodness.