And it’s tipped me over the fucking edge. I’m aware of how ridiculous that sounds.
DH buys and wraps the presents for his brothers and I do mine plus his SILs’ and MIL’s. Just the way it’s always been. I enjoy wrapping and am a bit of a ponce about it.
This year I had gorgeous, thick, expensive printed brown paper from Paperchase, contrasting tags and a selection of ribbon. I’ve done all of his gifts, the kids and most of my families but I’m still waiting for a couple of parcels.
While I was at work yesterday he wrapped his stuff. We’d had a conversation earlier in the week about there being tons of leftover wrap from previous years in the garage. I got back from work in the small hours.
Came down this morning to a pile of beautifully wrapped gifts for his brothers in MY paper. Leaving me with half a scrap.
He was SO pleased with himself for wrapping stuff before the eleventh hour (we are famously disorganised) and crowed about the prettiness of the paper. I picked up the remaining scrap and burst into tears. I now have the choice of ordering more (it took a week last time) or having to give family groups mismatched wrapping. Yes I can hear myself.
I think that this Christmas has been so weird already and we’ve missed out on so much that this was the straw that broke me. I can’t even look at him.
Please tell me about your ridiculous Christmas tantrums this year to make me feel better. I’m ok with not seeing family, I’m ok with no Father Christmas visits or illuminations or markets. I’m fucking fucked off that my wrapping paper has been used up.