It’s the
week before Christmas, so far I have consumed 4 glasses (or bottles I can’t
remember) of red wine, 8 mince pies, 1 chocolate selection box (today), 36 pounds in chocolate coins. I’ve
cancelled Christmas 4 times, and I have spent approx. 100,000 pounds.
We are
heading back home after a quick trip to Painsburys Local.
‘Dashing down the road… with one
burst buggy tire.
Over the crossing we go… kids crying
all the way.
Oh, jingle bells … this is hell ...
jingle all the way ...
Oh, what fun it is to push this
stupid ffff …’
‘It’s
ANOTHER delivery!’ My son stops crying
and shouts excitedly.
I take a
deep breath, the fifth box to arrive today.
‘Mummy? Why
are you buying so many boxes? Can I play with this one?’
‘No
sweetheart, this one is full of erm … vegetables?’ He looks at me suspiciously and
follows his little sister into the house, to inform her she is getting
vegetables for Christmas, she looks understandably disappointed.
I step over
the package to get into the hallway ‘Don’t panic’ I tell myself, it’s Christmas
next week. I had to get on with it!'
I reach into
my coat pocket, take out another chocolate coin and sit down by the front door,
scanning the street for more delivery vans. I call my Sister on my mobile.
She picks up
‘Hello?’ The line is a bit crackly ‘Ellie? Where are you?’
‘I’m sitting
on the floor of The Entertainer’ she says matter of factly as if this is a totally
normal activity on a Thursday afternoon.
‘Err ok, any
particular reason?
‘I can’t
cope. I’m on the floor of the remote
control car section’ she sighs.
‘Right’ I
say trying not to laugh as I fear this might push me over the edge into
hysteria.
‘I panic
bought Christmas Ellie’.
‘Oh god
...I’ll have to call you back Lydia, someone who works here is kneeling beside
me trying to help me with my indecision, he’s waiting! …. Click’
I eat
several more Chocolate coins whilst I wait for her to call me back.
I answer my
phone ‘Ellie? Can you hear me?’ KIDS CAN YOU PLEASE STOP JUMPING ON THE SOFA!’
‘Lydia? Are
you there? I can’t really talk I’ve just
left the bloody shop with a million bags cutting off the circulation in my
hands, and I need to lie down in a dark room...’
'Yes, I’m
here! I’m just trying to ... WILL YOU BOTH
JUST CALM DOWN! DON’T MAKE ME COUNT TO THREE … So yesterday the cashier woman
in ‘Boots’ asked me if I was all prepared for Christmas… ONE …to which I
nervously laughed ‘No! I haven’t actually bought any presents yet.’…TWO… She
just looked at me, then at the Children in the buggy and said…THREE… “you had
better get on with it before they sell out of everything”
‘THAT’S IT! CHRISTMAS
IS CANCELLED!’
‘Again
Mummy?’ My daughter asks innocently.
‘YES AGAIN!’
‘Sorry!
Where was I? Oh yes, so I panicked and I think I have broken Amazon. Ellie? ELLIIIE!!? Stop laughing at me! This is
serious. According to Kirstie Allsopp I
should be crocheting around the cord of my Christmas
tree lights, and completing the roof of my gingerbread house NOT sitting on the
floor of my hallway, having a meltdown because ... oh god I think I see another
delivery van!
‘Crocheting
around the what? …'
‘Exactly!!
...Hang on Ellie’
‘MUMMMMMMY?
‘
‘I’ll
call you back…click’
‘Yes
darling?’ I say to my Lil man who is wearing a reindeer onesie from last year,
that is so tight he can barely move his arms.
‘Can
you tell Santa that I really don’t want the Play Mobil Fire station anymore. I want a paw patrol lookout’
‘Are
you serious?!’ I say through gritted teeth.
‘And
a remote controlled car.’ He continues
‘Just
a second Daddy is calling’
‘Hello?’
‘Hi,
how’s it going?'
‘Well
I’m a little bit stressed actually.’ I say this in an over-breezy fashion that
implies I’m somewhat unhinged.
‘Why?’
he asks nervously.
‘Your
daughter was sick all over me this morning’
‘That’s
not good.’
‘Nope’
‘The
house looks as if it’s been burgled.’
‘Standard’
‘The children wont stop arguing! Wait till they are old enough to play together .. they said! It will get so much easier ..they said! Oh
and I ordered a lot of presents on Amazon last night and I’m not really sure
who to give what. Oh and the stocking presents are uneven.’
‘Uneven?’
‘Yes!
One of them has 12 and the other has 15' I’m aware that my voice is sounding
increasingly hysterical but I’m on a roll.
‘Listen
Lydia just relax it will all get sorted.
I have to go now; I’ve got another call!’
‘OH REALLLLLLY?’
So
I have to buy stocking fillers for my children, presents for 4 brothers, 1
Sister, a Sister -in -law, Dad, Step-Mum, Mum, Aunties, Dad, Uncles,
Grandmother, in-laws, main presents for kids, Father Christmas presents, all
the selection boxes for friend’s kids (Which I keep eating… due to stress of
course) and my neighbor’s bottles of wine ALL with my little cherubs in tow and
my DARLING husband has to buy presents for whom?
‘Before
you go can I just ask? Who do YOU need to buy for?’
‘Just
you my darling!’
I
mumble something about Kirstie Allsopp not having to put up with this shit and
hang up.
My
phone rings again, it’s a friend of mine, my children are engrossed in Cbeebies
so I take this opportunity to answer.
‘Hi
Lydia, sorry I didn’t call you back yesterday but I was wrapping Christmas
presents, I didn’t realize how many I had bought as I started buying them in
September! It took me so long I nearly burnt my Christmas tree peanut butter
blossoms …’
Click.
‘Lydia?
Are you still there?