Every Christmas he ignores my mum’s request not to buy her a present, or to just buy something small. Every year he has no clue what to get, so my sister and I end up having to look around for things when our pleas for him to actually listen to her rather than panic buying fall on deaf ears. And every year I end up wrapping it, because I know any attempt he makes at Christmas wrapping will look like I threw a roll of paper and the sellotape into the monkey house at the zoo.
At 3pm today he emails me and my sister (email! Not even a bloody WhatsApp!) saying he’s got no clue what to get her and do we have any ideas. 3pm today. Whyyyyy?!? Why the hell has Christmas Day being on 25 December come as a surprise to a 65 year-old man?! Even a few days ago would have at least given us the option of ordering online. Now it’s a mad dash around the shops on Christmas Eve and, thanks to my parents’ local shopping centre having gone down the pan over the last few years, probably a trip to the next town.
I’ve been so organised this year. I was ordering from November onwards; the only reason I haven’t finished my wrapping is because I had heavy items sent direct to my parents’ house. Now I’ll be trekking around crowded shops in desperate search of inspiration at the last possible moment. (And it will be me. My sister had two kids under ten - no way will she have time to go shopping on Christmas Eve.)
I believe the ridiculousness of this. I feel like telling him to lump it and get vouchers, but I know a guilt trip about why I can’t just do this for my mum will be coming my way. Why can’t HE do it for his wife?!