Our first Christmas cards arrived yesterday and I suddenly realised Christmas is upon us. So, I thought a gentle reminder to the doctor AKA Andrew (my husband) about my presents. I seriously think I would have achieved more by writing to Santa.
‘There’s plenty of time,’ he says.
He’s no idea. Do all men live in a different world or is it just my man?
I’d already tried the Christmas list which I’d given him and my stepson over two weeks ago after stepson had asked what I would like. I’d also emailed husband the link to the camera I wanted.
Two weeks on and the Christmas list is nowhere to be seen. I’d like to think he has it in his jacket pocket but I’m no fool. So last night I casually mentioned how close Christmas was.
‘There’s only a few weekends left to do Christmas shopping,’ I say.
‘Oh no’ he gasps and then with a relieved sigh adds, ‘But we have everything don’t we?’
Well I do, I can’t speak for him. I’ve been preparing for the past two months. One thing I hate is last minute Christmas shopping. And as I have ten people on Boxing day I don’t want to leave anything to chance.
‘Have you bought anything for me?’ I ask.
Might as well be up front is my motto. Now, I should mention at this point that my period is not far off. A week to be exact and the week before my period is not my best time. I’m highly emotional and feel quite sure that doctor and the whole world are against me. So when doctor replies to the question with,
‘Ah, that reminds me, where is that Christmas list that you wrote?’ Obviously I see red.
‘If you don’t get them soon, there won’t be time,’ I say emotionally.
What is it with men? Or is it just the doctor? I swear it would be easier to buy the presents myself. Ask him for the money and off I pop. It’s the same with flowers isn’t it? Doctor claims the Sainsbury he goes to doesn’t sell them. This seems to be the case with camomile tea too and popcorn. When I go, the store is abounding with them. Strange that. The other annoying thing doctor does is query my list.
‘Do you really need more books? Don’t you think you should read the ones you’ve got first?’
‘Do you really want that DVD? That was rubbish if I remember.’
Oh was it? I never realised. I can’t imagine why I put it on the list.
‘This camera looks ok but do you really want one that takes AA batteries?’
Why ask me what I want for Christmas if you’re going to question everything I ask for. Oh, that’s a point. He never asked me what I wanted for Christmas now I come to think about it. Also when I come to think about it, the one year I didn’t give a list or ask if he had bought me presents was the first year we went to Cambodia. We were leaving on Boxing Day and I had so much to do before we flew that I totally forgot about my presents and I got a beautiful bracelet and an internet radio and some perfume. Am I at fault? Should I just sit it out and hope for something fantastic? Or should I rummage around and try to find that elusive list?
Answers on a postcard to Lynda.
Merry Christmas and I hope you get everything you want.