This year's Christmas guilt is flip-flopped. I guess I'll never win!

Last year, I spent the days before Christmas and Christmas day feeling rather upset because I didn't get Munchkin and JD's presents mailed out until too late. I felt guilty that they wouldn't have their presents on Christmas day. Not that JD would have noticed, being a month and a half old. Not that the Munchkin minded another round of opening presents. But it laid heavy on my heart.

This year? I took all the Christmas presents out when we went out for the birthday visit. They have them to open on Christmas morning. I was proud that I did the shopping, got everything wrapped and managed to get them to the family in more than enough time.

So what's to feel guilty about?

CRIKEY, I haven't finished shopping for Nicholas! It hasn't helped that since we returned home from the visit, we've all been sidelines by a cold, lovingly given to us by the Munchkin. Thankfully, it's started to lift. You know, with two days left before Christmas? Both of which are jam packed with family and church events?

Really, we just need to get to the store, pray they have the one BIG toy that we want to buy and get back out. However, that's not as easy as it sounds.

So, this year I have guilt that I, in essence and accidentally, ignored my own child's Christmas shopping in lieu of shopping for the others. The guilt never, ever ends, does it?

I swear. Next year? I'm shopping in the summer.

(Do note that this year was mostly thrown off by Nick's birthday in the middle of November. I put all my focus on that and then went, "Oh crap! Christmas presents.")