As Christmas Eve gets even closer, this year I’ve decided I’m calling it Christmas I Can’t Even. I have two family Christmas events to attend this year and I’ve been forced to come up with a carefully planned timeline to make it to the finish line.
Here is an insight into what’s going down this week:
1. My true love gave to me, not much help in the present’s department that’s for sure. Minor panic stations erupt as the reality of over-committed salad options and under thought presents sets in. There are in laws, nephews and nieces, oh my!
2. Sit down and write out the presents list for all of the relatives, of which I am super proud. As much as I’d like to give all the kids sugar free, paleo goodies and something from Oxfam like a goat, they are not my kids. So let’s jack ‘em up on sugar and leave before bed time I say.
3. Plan a trip to the shops. Get totally sidetracked by my impending deadline for Mamamia article and by that I mean, the beach.
4. Attempt to go to the shops to get all of the presents at once, get to the car park queue, turn around and wait for late night shopping night because screw going to the shopping centre on a weekend.
5. Buy all of the presents at once. Assemble production line much like at Santa’s workshops. Realise half way through that I haven’t labelled the gifts, so I have to half unwrap them really carefully and figure out who they are for, then write their name is huge letters on a post it note. (Make a note to self to buy gift tags.)
6. Draw and cut out templates for the gingerbread house. To be honest, my fiancé does this as he topped his tech drawing class at TAFE and has never lets me forget it. He draws with precision. I cut with precision. Template complete.
7. Bake gingerbread. It has kind of become a tradition, and by tradition I mean I did one the year prior and it was a real hit and a request was put in for this year. Except this year we are going for a two storey. My fiancé is a builder and reckons he can do a simple second story addition to the gingerbread masterpiece, so bring it on. It’ll be like being on The Block but frosting rather than Foreman Keith.