This is the kind of morning that drips a coffee trail behind me.
I woke up and went right to the Christmas tree and plugged it in. Everyone knows a lit tree is the perfect start to a day, especially after a night when I didn’t sleep very well. Or maybe I did. Maybe it was just a dream that I didn’t sleep very well. I’ve never thought of that, but now I am.
Hang on, I need to refill that coffee cup.
Ok, I’m back. I decided it wasn’t a dream. It was real life. I’m sure as I’m sure Santa will bring me all the things I’ve *hearted* on Etsy.
So tell me, do you guys have it all together in the Christmas shopping department? Do you start picking out perfect gifts in July and announce in your facebook status update that you are officially ‘Finished Christmas Shopping – WooHoo” by Halloween?
I’m not really like that. I’m kinda/sorta the girl who wanders through the mall on Christmas Eve knowing she has about thirty-two minutes to find perfect, well thought, loving, preferably handmade presents.
I work well under pressure.
I don’t wrap well.
Once I had a job that forced me to (very occasionally) gift-wrap an item for a customer. These people paid for gift-wrapping and got me. I felt so terrible for them, but I won’t bore you with my job-related failures right now; however, speaking of jobs…
Recently my library was looking for a librarian, the person to oversee the entire library, work with the board of directors, and run things. It was a full-time job and I was homeschooling my kids. I couldn’t apply for it, but I asked if they had any part-time positions, because I could definitely do one of those. I would love working around books for about fours hours, five days a week. They said they regretted to tell there were no part-time positions available, but assured me if anyone died or retired, they would give me a call. No one has died or retired.
For the record, I do not wish death or even retirement on any of the nice library people.
The other evening while I was killing time at the library with my kids, a couple came in and asked me a question. Then they said, “You are the librarian, aren’t you?”
What can I say?
“My husband thinks I look like one, but no. Nobody has died or retired; however, I know exactly where the book is that you’re looking for.”
I know what you’re thinking. I should drink more coffee before I sit down to blog. It’s a good idea. I think I’ll sit on the couch with my coffee and look at Christmas lights. Only I can’t sit on the couch, because I don’t want any spills. It’s the kind of morning that drips a coffee trail behind me.
How much Christmas shopping have you done?
0% for me, but you already knew that.