Friday I went to our local pharmacy to get my COVID booster. In typical Gigi fashion, when the in-take person handed the forms I needed to complete around the clear, acrylic barrier, I somehow slammed my hand into said barrier. I remember that it hurt but didn't think much of it. Until after I filled out the form, handed it to the nurse and realized that my hand was bleeding profusely, because of course it was.
The kind nurse treated and dressed my wound before giving me the booster.
After Suzanne's last post (HI SUZANNE!), my back of the mind, slow burn panic blossomed into a full blown panic (it's not your fault, Suzanne - I promise) as I looked at the calendar and then looked at the list of gifts thought about and/or purchased.
I have so unbelievably busy/stressed these past months, coupled with the absence of our regular Thanksgiving completely pushed Christmas off my radar. This weekend has been an epic push to get gifts landing on my front porch.
Man-Child and his girlfriend came to celebrate "Thanksgiving" yesterday...again salmon was on the menu and it was delightful. The Husband asked about their Christmas plans. It seems they are planning to be here for both Christmas Eve and Christmas morning - which is a treat...BUT I was assuming it would be the same as last year - both here for Christmas Eve dinner and her going to her parents after. With Man-Child following later on Christmas afternoon.
Cue the utter panic of - I still have my usual people to buy gifts/stocking stuffers for and now I have to add in her? (I would have gotten her a gift, of course, but since she will be here for the opening of gifts on Christmas morning there needs to be several more with her name on them, obviously. Does Man-Child know her sizes or anything helpful? He does not. *sigh*). I'll figure it out.
In the meantime, the person who left me high and dry and supporting way too many people has been replaced! She starts tomorrow! YAY! The downside? I'm expected to be in the office to train her next week...for the entire week. Which, of course, puts me that much further behind in the Christmas department. And, honestly? An entire week? Luckily, I think, for the most part, it should be just the two of us.
Here's where we all pray, "I hope she is a quick study, capable and not prone to jumping ship after she figures out what she signed up for (I WILL hunt her down if she does)."
Are you smug and all set for the holiday (YAY if you are!) or are you, like me, in full on panic mode?