With Christmas fast approaching, the long list of job titles moms carry gets amended to include shopper, wrapper, baker, planner, and so on. My shopping was finished a couple weeks ago, all of it done on the internet. That’s one job title fulfilled and removed from the list. But now I have a daunting tower of boxes blocking traffic in my bedroom, chock full of things for the people I love. On today’s agenda, after school, housework, and several rounds of procrastination thinly disguised as checking my email, seeing how my Facebook friends are doing with their own procrastination, refilling my coffee mug, and checking my email and Facebook again just in case anything has changed in the two minutes I was away: wrapping the gifts.
I used to be a "professional" gift-wrapper, if by professional we mean a part-time job at a department store during my senior year of high school. I developed some efficient and fancy wrapping skills at that job, and love putting them to use on birthdays and other events where there are but a few items. Christmas is a different story altogether. As much as I want to make everything look festive and sparkly, I'm only one woman. What is normally a joy is on this occasion a chore. Efficiency must prevail over fancy for the sake of time, because the other mom job titles don’t disappear with the holiday season. There are no vacation days when you’re the mom.
As I wrap today, I’ll do my best to maintain a positive attitude and think lovingly of each recipient instead of thinking of arthritis flaring up in my lower back. Knowing myself pretty well, that should last to about halfway through the first present. I will genuinely try to have a jolly attitude, but more than likely I’ll come away from the overwhelming job nothing but a grumpy Grinch and Scrooge all rolled into one, wishing for this “most wonderful time of the year” to go jump in a lake.
|It came without pictures,|
so I filled it with my favorite
gift-givers as babies
|A gift that would melt even Scrooge's heart|