The Price of Productivity; Cranky Kids & Sleeping on the Floor

So I didn’t post yesterday. I spent my day from 9am to 6pm driving around town running oh so many errands. And half of them were with a grieving Jo (he hates the car) and the other half were with both a grieving Jo and an over-tired and whining Adam. This is a quick time-line of my day:

– 9am – 11am At Superstore, where I stocked up on supplies for the houseguest gift basket. And a lot of other random stuff that looked so pretty, or so tasty, or so fun.

– 11am – 1:30pm Drove 35 minutes to downtown. Drove 20 minutes around downtown looking for parking. Queued up  20 minutes in the bank to get my compromised debit card fixed. Gobbled down a quick lunch with hubby in 10 minutes. Then drove 30 minutes to my family photographer design appointment.

The rest of the day was spent visiting Michaels, Walmart, the Dollar Store, the car wash and Pier 1 and spending way too much money (i’m going to cry).

Came home at 6 with very tired, grumpy and loud kids and had a quick dinner of leftover chicken masala and rice. I unpacked three tons of shopping and spent the last next hour hurriedly putting together the Christmas gifts Adam was supposed to take with him to school the next day.

At 9:30pm my husband walked in to find me asleep on a throw pillow on the floor.

But it was totally worth it. I finished the teacher Christmas gifts and bought all the supplies I need for my friends gift Baked Goods Gift Basket and my husbands wedding anniversary (which is tomorrow) gift box.

I’ll share each project individually but now I have to go continue poking Jo in his tummy because he’s standing beside me sticking his belly out and screaming for a poke.


Tis The Season to go Shopping

It’s the week before Christmas, and it’s C-R-A-Z-Y with a capital crazy. Anyway, I don’t celebrate Christmas or at least I didn’t foe several reasons. First off if it’s for religious reasons,  I’m not Christian, and in previous years most of my Christian friends who I’d celebrate with were Orthodox Christian and their Christmas lies on January 7th. Second off culturally it didn’t belong as a part of Egypt where I spent the last 20 years of my life. Although the past few years I’ve seen a boom in Christmas themes and decorations all around Cairo, but that is pure commercial. It’s a call to buy, buy, buy. And therefore I ignored it. But now that I’m back in Canada I remembered the Christmases of my childhood and how magical they were and I’m beginning to soften. Me and my DH were even debating on getting a tree next year.

Anyway I digress. It’s the week before Christmas and everywhere is packed. So why does that bother me if I don’t celebrate Christmas? Well because I still have to get Christmas gifts for aDam’s teacher. Also I’m off to Vancouver soon and I need to bring a gift since I’ll be destroying staying at my friend’s house.

I pondered several times on what to get her and mentally crossed off every item in my list. I haven’t seen her house yet, so I don’t know her style sense – and if I’d ask her she’ll just tell me no gift. I could get toys for the kids but I feel that I need to make more of an effort and anything else in mind is too impersonal or just doesn’t fit.

And then I got it. I would make a baked goodies gift basket. I would both bake stuff and package pretty mixes for her to bake. I would also include gifts for the kids and a nice cake plate or cookie platter or something from Pier 1 (did I mention I love Pier 1), I also thought about DYI-ing a number of things to include but then I decided that I was going overboard. Which I have a tendency to do.

Anyway it took me 4 hours, 4 pages of scribbles, blood-shot eyes from staring at my computer screen for so long plus a three page shopping list at 6 different stores to plan what I would do.  But I was finally done and it was off to the busy, busy stores.

Finished my first stop without a hitch and headed to Walmart where I proceeded to squeeze, dodge and duck myself and Jo past hordes of followers for an hour and a half. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I headed up to the cashier and spent another 15 minutes ringing my purchases.

“How would you like to pay?” asked the awesome and friendly cashier lady

“Debit please.”

In my card goes through the slot, beep, beep, input pin, beep, beep, declined.


“Can I try again, please”

“Sure, honey.”

I re-do all the beeping and again a big fat ‘Decline’ comes through

The lady is starting too look at me as if me and Jo are a two band shoplifting gang and I meekly ask if I could try one more time.

But again I get the big fat rejection of a decline.

I ask her to hold my stuff while I head off to the ATMs, hoping that it was the machine, not me. But unfortunately the ATM decides to side with the cash register and refuses to give me my money.

I pick up the phone and call the bank and after another 15 minutes of verifying my contacts, the bank guy tells my tat my card has been comprised and that I would have to drive all the way to downtown before 4 (it was 3pm and my kid was due home in 20 minutes) to pick up a new debit card.

So now my 2 hours of torture shopping with Jo were useless. I have to drive 40 minutes to downtown tomorrow, pick up a new card and start all over again.

Oh how I love Christmas (I actually do love Christmas 🙂 ).