"The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"

So, here it is again the "Most Wonderful Time of the Year" and the anxiety creeps in...

Don't get me wrong...Yes, I am super excited for Christmas-time...Christmas Eve in particular- which is my FAVORITE celebration of the year- Seven Fishes, laughter, family and the spirit of Christmas is alive and well on this eve.

...It is the prep for the Christmas Gift Giving that ALWAYS stresses me out. I started shopping about 2 months ago with the understanding of an infant, big boy, new job and NO MONEY were going to be a complicated equation for failure this holiday. So I thought I would be proactive and smart thru the shopping process...looking for coupons, sales and online deals. I was armed and ready and of course life got in the way (hosting Thanksgiving, a Disney trip to celebrate 5yo birthday and then a family get-together to sing HapEBday to 5yo all while taking care of my 5mo and working from home) and I am now in panic mode to finish the shopping and craft some very shishi gifts that I decided to take on- when am I actually going to find time to make these very out of the luxe mag gifts???? I have no friggin idea! So hence my anxiety is mounting and I don't want to tell hubby that this is so as he will say "I told you so" and I have to prove him wrong...right?

Ok, deep breath- exhale...repeat...

I will some how find a way to get this done but if there is a magic pill out there or a meditation trick please do advise as I Ain't to Proud...

I look fwd to having everything perfectly crafted, wrapped and tied up in a bow and made to look effortless as I have not showered or slept to get your gift ready for giving. Now you know my secret. I am an imperfect perfectionist that wants you to believe that I have everything under control. Those 16 words just about sum me up- yep just 'bout. Please don't be fooled- I am a frizzed out (b/c I haven't made the time to straighten or curl my hair these days), frazzled mom who desparately wants to be just-so even though I know for me that does not exist but alas I continue on my recipe for disaster: run as fast as I can with my eyes closed (in a padded suit) and eventually I will get where I need to go...All the while done with a smile. ...I will let you know if I make it on this one ;)

Gotta run...