I need a moan. Sorry.
Every year in August (!) my mom asks what me and DP need/want for Christmas. I tell her the same thing every year that we're financially solvent (this isn't a boast) so anything we want or need we just buy throughout the year.
I tell her that the surprise of Christmas presents is all part of the fun. I tell her that she should just go to a shop and spend however much she wants to on just random shit for me and DP. I tell her that a bagful of toiletries, random stationary, random food stuff, tonnes of chocolate will always go down well in our house and get used up. So, I tell her, do that. But then she says 'What if you don't like it?' I get that to some degree but I've told her the kind of stuff that will always get used up in our house. Plus, even if me/DP don't like it, it's just fun. His mom bought me an expensive perfume/body lotion set once that stunk of piss. It was fine, we laughed about it, I used it up and we moved on. My mom's financially solvent, it's not like she's putting her last pennies into these presents. Plus, I don't want expensive stuff, seriously, I'd be pretty happy with a £20 pound-shop raid.
But, nope. She wants a list of very very specific things. So, for example, last year I told her that DP likes rum so I said just go and buy a completely random bottle of rum even just from Tesco. We normally drink Appleton so anything that's not Appleton will be great. Nope, she wanted a very specific name from me. So I had to go onto Tesco website, find a random bottle and tell her that he very specifically wanted that one. Madness.
I just don't get it. Where's the fun in that? When she visits there's absolutely no surprise whatsoever in presents from her. Even then, as we're unwrapping she'll be saying 'Oh God, I hope its the right one. I hope it's okay. I can take it back if you need me to'.
It does my head in and it's getting more intense now as we hurtle on to Christmas. Fuck my life.