Here’s what happens when you are so organized that you get done with all your Christmas shopping by the first of the month, and then start wrapping presents to put under the tree:
Oh my, where’s that present I bought my husband? I probably hid it somewhere, because wonderfully organized me would do that. She would think of a special place to hide it until it was time to wrap it. I’m a genius. So I’ll look. Everywhere.
Well, that was a big fat zero. Where oh WHERE are his presents? I do remember seeing them, yes! Both in the same box. I’ll ask Oldest Son. Ok, he has no idea. Very helpful. Why did I give birth to him, again?
Husband says: don’t worry, if you can’t find them before Christmas, you know they’re in the house somewhere. Give them to me when you find them.
No, no, no! I did not buy presents early so that I could lose them and give them late. Oh woe is me! How could such a travesty hit such a wonderfully organized person such as myself????
A thought hits me which seems on its face seems to be far to good to be true. No, not possible. Could it be?
Am I truly THAT organized?
Yes, yes, yes! The presents I have searched for high and wide are already under the tree! Wrapped even!
Maybe next year I’ll go back to buying and wrapping late so I don’t get too cocky.
After all, I lost another brain cell this year.