This weekend was a major Christmas fail.
For one, it was in the mid-60s and rainy. It was basically April. We had the windows open, and I was THISCLOSE to lighting my lemon candle. I even caught myself daydreaming about Easter candy. Unseasonal weather messes with my head more than anything else. But moving on.
I wrapped all the Christmas presents. Look, I love the idea of wrapping pretty presents, but the execution of that idea is a disaster every time. Last year I made my own wrapping paper and got creative, but I just didn't have that spunk this year. This year I just used plain wrapping paper and bows, and I was fine with that. But the problem is that I'm terrible at wrapping. I mean terrible. It is a curse. My husband is so much better than I am, and that is ridiculous.
Speaking of wrapping, James and I got into a gift tag battle this year. Since he knows I am a hater of all things lovey dovey/cutesy wootsey, he took full advantage. And he also got in touch with his southern roots.
I took the ghetto route most travelled and addressed some to J-dawg from M-dawg and to J-Bell from M-Bell. The good news is that we will never have a shortage of rapper names to choose from. Rapping while wrapping. Ha...ha...ha.
My wrapping would've taken half the time it did had I not lost everything whenever I needed it. This happens every year. Time to cut the wrapping paper, but where are the scissors? Time to tape this very precarious corner, but even though I sat the tape down RIGHT THERE it is GONE. And don't even mention writing the gift tags, because it is a 10 minute hunt for the pen each time. Gift wrapping is enough to put me in an insane asylum.
We also watched a Christmas movie on Sunday afternoon. I was gearing up to wrap presents and wanted something to watch while I did it, so James put on a random Christmas movie from Netflix. It looked like one of those horrendously cheesy/heartwarming Hallmark movies that make you cringe but you also secretly want to watch over and over, but it twas not. It turned out to be a movie about kids with cancer at St. Jude's. At first we thought oh it's cool, the kids will get better and it will snow and everyone will be happy. But no. Every single kid died. They all died. THAT WAS THE MOVIE. It was also based on a true story, so at the end they showed pictures of the actual families and kids that had died. Instead of wrapping presents I spent two hours balled up on the couch crying my eyes out. HOW do you recover from that?! You don't. That's how.
Our church had a Sunday evening service this week instead of Sunday morning. We were going to go until I looked at the clock and realized it had started an hour ago. So I made Christmas cookies. I tried out some new recipes, and one was amazing and the other tasted like dirt, even though I followed the recipe exactly, AND it had rave reviews. I improvised and they are at least edible now. Worst case, I am making my trusty sugar cookies tonight, so all should be well. Fingers crossed.