You know, I was going to leave a little rant about my husband and my need to remind him that Christmas, just like my birthday, our anniversary, and Mothers' Day, comes at the same time every year. He needn't wait until the last minute to brain storm ideas. I have decided against it for a few reasons.
First, it sems that he actually likes the chaos at Meijer's on Christmas Eve. Totally out of character, sure, but I think he finds it to be a bit of a tradition, or more likely, a ritual, and that actually is in character.
Secondly, he seems to have figured out that he can slide on getting me presents for Christmas because we've agreed to renew our zoo and COSI memberships for the year, and that we'll get a Wii after the new year. At the same time, though, he seems to have realized that he should probably see to it that the children select a gift for me. That might have something to do with the fact that there have been two gifts under the tree for a week. One From Annie, To Daddy and the other From Sam, To Daddy.
Lastly, with him out enjoying his shopping, er, ritual, er tradition with his children tomorrow, I get to enjoy a few hours of quiet alone in my fairly clean, lovely decorated house. All I need to accomplish is dinner around 5 and then get us all off to church. I think I can manage it.