If ever there was a sign that Christmas is too excessive around here, I just had it. A ridiculous sign. A completely embarrassing sign. A sign that I’m mortified to write about, but because I feel that way, I know I should. So here we go…..
My children’s school is holding their book fair next week, and my son got a “sneak preview” at his library time yesterday. After school he sat, poring over the flyer with all the titles listed, thinking about what he wanted to get. At some point, he informed me that there was a really cool amusement park DS game.
I stopped what I was doing and stood there a moment. “Yeah, but didn’t you get that for Christmas?”
He looked at me, eyes wide. “No.”
“Are you sure? I’m almost positive I bought that for you at the last book fair, as a Christmas gift.”
“No, Mom, I don’t have it. Do we have it?” He was getting excited now. “Because I don’t have it.”
That started an evening full of me second guessing myself (Am I losing my mind? Did I change my mind, put it back, and not buy it? Did I never get it out to wrap?) and my son hounding me to look for it. I told him I would look first thing after they went to school the next day, because I’m not disassembling the laundry room closet in front of my kids.
So this morning, yes, there it was, laying down flat on the very top shelf, well out of my line of vision. The stupid DS game I’d gotten him for Christmas and forgotten to give to him.
What bothers me in this instance is not my absent-mindedness, although that’s admittedly a little distressing. It’s the idea that we had so much stuff to unwrap, so many gifts given and received, that I didn’t even notice it was missing. The really unfortunate part, for me, is that I thought we’d done a better job this season of not being so excessive in our….um…. “celebration.” I truly thought we’d scaled back, and had been much more reasonable this year.
A thought proven wrong by one small game.