I am done. Just done with it. I don't even care that I haven't finished shopping. I'm out of time, out of money, out of energy. I'm done.
I was trying to finish a present for someone special last night and my sewing machine broke. The whole damn needle assembly came off as I was happily stitching away. I'm lucky it didn't fly off and embed itself in my eyeball (one of my sewing worst-case-scenario nightmares).
Probably needless to say that that person isn't getting much from me this year. At least not until I can find someone to fix my machine.
(Note to anyone looking to make me their BFF: Amazon has a Brother serger for only $200. I WA-ha-ha-ha-ant!)(Now back to reality, nerdface.) (I'm the nerdface. Not you. You're lovely.)
The (boring, but what he wants) presents came for my husband, but the presents that were supposed to be for me (that he ordered and I honestly know nothing about) have not. We might actually surprise each other for once this Christmas if my stuff makes it here on time. Usually we are so excited to give each other the gifts that we hand them over about 2 minutes after we get them. It's nice to have a real surprise sometimes, though.
I gave the engineers their presents today. I made each of them an M&M subdrain. I used cheap measuring cups and layered in 5 kinds of M&Ms, starting with the biggest on the bottom and moving to the smallest on top. Then I put in a red licorice "pipe". For the card, I drew a subdrain and labeled it with the various layers of M&Ms. I wrapped the whole thing with fabric (subdrains are wrapped with filter fabric) and tied it with a bow. I don't think real subdrains have a bow, but it looked nice so maybe they should give it a try sometime.
Anyway, that was a long way of saying I'm a dork. I think they appreciated it. They've given me nothing, which is what I expected. They're engineers- need I say more?
After all that, I really am excited about Christmas. I like it now more than I used to. Now I can sleep the night before and I can watch my child's excitement. I don't know if he gets the idea of presents yet, but I think he'll be digging on the wrapping paper.
Have a wonderful, fabulous, relaxing Christmas/Last day of Chanukkah/Winter Solstice/Kwaanza/Japanese New Year/Festivus/Whatever... HOLIDAY!
You know, I think I'm more excited about the day off than anything.
