I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date! 

This blog is part moan, part apology.

The apology

I’m sorry if I forget your birthday or your child’s birthday or your wedding anniversary or your dog’s naming day or any other special occasion that requires marking. I’m putting it out there because it will happen. Not because I don’t care, or have turned Jehovah’s Witness but genuinely because if I remember to clean my teeth in the morning I count that as a good day.

These days I constantly find myself apologising for forgetting things. I’m like the March Hare bounding about checking the 21st century equivalent of the pocket I'm Late, I'm Late For A Very Important Date!watch – my iPhone calendar. I always get there in the end, with cards and gifts (well nearly, I still owe my lovely friend Kate a birthday pressie for last May but she’s really tricky to buy for) I’m just a bit tardy.

 

The moan

It’s the sheer volume of ‘stuff’ that overwhelms me. These days there are so many things you have to remember to do – a Facebook post, WhatsApp message, cards, email, gift…. How about I sky write you a message too?  Don’t even get me started on the trend for making homemade gifts.  No I don’t have the time or skills to knit you a scarf, whip up a batch of jam or make you a Welsh Dresser.  If I do remember then there is the gift etiquette to consider. How much to spend? Too little and you look cheap, too much and you look flashy (rest assured my budget dictates I’m always leaning more towards the cheap side of things) Then there’s the wrapping – paper or bag or both? Bow, ribbon, gift tag, tropical butterfly that flutters out once opened? Too. Much. Pressure.

I'm Late, I'm Late For A Very Important Date!

Let’s cut each other some slack

I sound like a right miso and I’m really not. I love special occasions, in fact birthdays are the only time my friends and I manage to get together such are our stupidly hectic schedules. I’m just imploring us all to cut each other some slack. We have so many balls in the air (actually it’s more like juggling with chain saws) keeping  the small humans alive. In the grand scheme of things is it not better to be a bit late than not remember at all (and perhaps your gift will be wrapped in newspaper)?

For what it’s worth, here’s what I think about this thorny subject: It’s not a competition, it’s the thought that counts and I love you all lots 365 days a year.  Not just on your birthday (if you could just remind me when that is again….?)

Speak soon

Kat x

 

10 Comments

  1. January 16, 2017 / 1:42 pm

    I’m loving your blog! I used to always forget and now find myself in a spot to redeem myself and have been trying. I’m still late, but it’s there. Haha. For now. We will see.

  2. January 20, 2017 / 1:13 pm

    Ugh I do this. I was worse than ever in 2016 so am trying harder this year. It’s getting around to walking to the postbox with a card, and it’s not as if that’s hard.

    • January 20, 2017 / 1:36 pm

      I know it sounds so simple right? I just hate being judged for being late with things even though I’m trying my hardest! Thanks for reading xx

  3. January 23, 2017 / 9:46 pm

    I totally get this. It’s hard enough to remember at all and if you do it’s so hard to know what to get. I always end up giving wine, chocolate and/or smelly soap stuff. Not creative but everyone likes that stuff. Right?? #eatsleepblogrt

    • January 23, 2017 / 9:48 pm

      I hope so because that’s what I’m buying! #itsthethoughtthatbloomincounts So glad you get it too xx

  4. January 24, 2017 / 3:04 am

    This is hat happens when we have children…we are stretched so thin with exhaustion, playdates, parties, school, afterschool, illness, etc….that we lose our minds….it’s worth it though #EatSleepBlogRT

  5. January 24, 2017 / 6:44 am

    I live in a different country to most of my friends/family and have stopped doing most birthdays now. Instead when we go for a visit I take presents for the kids. Thank you for linking up to #EatSleepBlogRT 🌟

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