I am really sucky with many things …. none of the things Kennith would like me to be sucky about … but that no doubt is another post for another day.
But I am totally crap at birthdays/anniversaries/valentine’s day and so on, sometimes (often) forgetting them and just being ill prepared in general.
I really would like to blame my upbringing here and say that we did not celebrate anything, and thus I have not been trained correctly, so all holidays that require gifts throw me into total chaos.
The idea that a holiday/festival is approaching and one needs to start thinking of gifts and an appropriate card did not really start for me until I met Kennith.
But 16/17 years later and I realize that I just suck at it. I actually love buying a gift and all of that, I just seem to always run out of time, and then instead of getting what I really want, I end up buying what is being sold in the aisle at Ackermans (or some other unfortunate place)!
I start about 4 months before hand and draft a list of potential gifts. Then I criticize them and think well, that will be fine as a back up plan, but I will think of something better.
Knowing I have loads of time I think “no rush, I can deal with this later”.
Fast forward 4 months, the day seems to jump out of a bush at me, rather than creep up. I am in a state, and usually have totally forgotten about my list and then have nothing, and realise – usually the day before – that I am in sh*t street and panic! Like little boy from Home Alone panic!
I usually start looking around my desk for things I can gift wrap.
It is all a shocker, and poor Kennith is usually at the receiving end – poor little long suffering egg.
We have just been away and Kennith’s birthday was on the 11th.
The problem (or one of them) was that prior to us going on holiday I had that little thing of a new job to sort out. I also had a babyshower for my friend which I had to organise.
When I finalized realized I was going to actually be away spent a few weeks in a tizz trying to arrange the logistics of kids/school/maid etc for while I was away and the usual stressing and hair pulling that occurs when one abandons one’s kids.
I also had to sort out some canvases for a friend’s wedding, and a friend asked me to do some photographs at their wedding – so I was very distracted and just was not getting my arse into gear on any level.
So the short answer is that before I knew it I was in the poo and though I had not forgotten about Kennith’s birthday, I definitely did not have a present to present on the morning of the 11th.
<in my defense I did buy a birthday card for my husband – which for me is quite a thing – but I bought it and wrote in it, I just felt it was lame to give it to him without a present – so didn’t, still have the card …..>
I did however arrange a dinner for him and some (almost long lost) friends in Johannesburg. Granted I did not cook dinner, our friend Cynthia did that. I did not even clean up after dinner – Cynthia and Anita did that. But it was a really nice evening and great to sit down for a dinner with so many loved mates, who all go back with us such a long way.
I ran out of time and I did not get Kennith any thing.
I think Kennith is still thinking I am going to jump out of a cake with his present, or at the very least pull out a cake from somewhere. Shame he keeps looking up in expectant surprise every time I walk into a room, only to be disappointed … again and again.
To add to the timing issue, Kennith’s birthday is on the 11th February and then Valentine’s Day is on the 14th February – usually I do get my sh*t together and do a good effort for Kennith’s birthday, but then have totally lose steam for Valentines Day.
Kennith and I woke up this morning in Johannesburg after about 2 hours of sleep. We went with about 110 000 others to the U2 concert at Soccer City. It was a fabulous – the concert was beyond imagination. U2 and his crew of friends totally out did themselves. Loved the concert.
Bono pulled up a girl onto stage. Initially I was really excited for her, and then loathed her and wished her a good dose of crabs and body odour as Bono lay on her lap and led her around the stage (as I wanted to be the girl on stage …. or at the very least having Bono lie all over me … on stage, off stage, does not really matter).
She had her hands all over him, and really it was quite unnecessary to be that excited! I mean clearly the girl was just trying too hard and it smacked of desperation. I was not feeling very charitable towards her.
Then I listened to an interview with her this morning on Highveld while on the way to the airport, and some key points were:-
1. She arrived at the concert at 12h00 on Saturday – concert started on Sunday at 8pm!
2. She slept under a truck on Saturday night as they did not bring camping stuff and it rained (there was a HUGE thunder/lighting/rain storm).
3. She works for the Department of Labour!
I think once I learnt all of those things, I felt differently and realized had I been next to her I might have hoisted her up on the stage myself! So good on her. (she has been in the same underwear since Saturday morning, the girl clearly needs a bit of love for goodnesss sake)
Anyway back to me and my problems.
Woke up this morning after 2 hours sleep, got to Lanseria, and got onto a Kulula flight, got home, kids, school, unpacking and so on.
Valentine’s Day was just not high on my list of things I could get to, and clearly there was not much I could shop for, unless Kennith specifically wanted a wire chicken for his collection (or to start one).
We collected kids early from school today (as we have not seen them in 10 days) and thought we would stop at Canal Walk and take the kids to the Spur, we also had an errand to run at the centre.
We walk through and Kennith takes me to Build a Bear and says that for Valentine’s Day I get to build my own bear.
I love Build a Bear – I do realize how naff it is, but I cry when ever they put the little hearts inside the bear.
Yes, now you know on the outside total b*tch, on the inside custard! I cry at everything: advertisements, opening of Olympics, when I watch wildlife programmes, when I watch a child being born, when someone sings a song that I find moving, when Steve Hofmeyer goes anywhere near the Jikskaai River …. that sort of stuff.
It was really sweet – the helper at Build a Bear got the kids in to it.
To be honest there was no chance I was going to enjoy this moment by myself as Georgia was running around the store like she was on TIK!
We are standing with my Bunny (I got a Bunny and not a Bear) – and the helper Claytin (actually spelt like that, I read his name tag) says that we should all take a heart and rub it and so on.
At one point he looks at Connor and says – what is your mom’s favourite food?
Connor is caught a bit off guard, so he sort of shrugs. I smile maternally and fluff his hair and I say: “I really love Chuckles…” and then I had to explain to Claytin what they were. (Does this guy ever shop outside his store? Was he born in a Cave?)
So Claytin goes ”Okay, that is cool…” and he is just about to move on to another subject, and Connor goes (as now the question has caught up with him) – and in his loudest voice says: “My mom’s favourite food is WINE!”
Of course Claytin started to laugh. Kennith smirked. I clutched my little satin heart a bit tighter as I realised the magic of this experience was slowly evaporating before my very eyes.
Then Claytin proceeded to tell the story to everyone in the store – individually - whilst I was standing there with my Bunny’s heart in my hand and wondering where I should shove it.
I got my bunny, dressed her in a pink outfit, got her some white takkies and I thought it was really sweet (yes it’s naff, but it is still sweet for me, I am not trying to tell you it is sweet for you).
Kennith is a very good egg, even though I am sucky (or not!)