That was Christmas of my childhood – a frenzy of ripping paper! Then I married into a family that did one gift at a time and everyone watched the recipient open it. It took ages!
I remember, once upon a time eons and eons ago we had to do research papers in school – elementary school! We’d choose a topic, hit the library, and write our paper with supporting cites. I’m guessing that’s no longer part of any curriculum.
I’m on the other side of this – I don’t always have my phone in hand, and if it’s in my purse, I don’t always hear the text signal. So I may not respond until hours later, and I don’t want the sender to think I was ignoring them. Many of my texts begin with “Sorry – just saw your message…”
My MIL is in hospice care at our house and OMG have I heard the same stories over and over about people I’ve never met (and never will since they’re all dead) including how many times I’ve heard how much her father loved gravy and how good her mother’s apple pies were. I know it’s the dementia and I just let her drone on, but it’s exhausting.
That was Christmas of my childhood – a frenzy of ripping paper! Then I married into a family that did one gift at a time and everyone watched the recipient open it. It took ages!