Avie's present arrived today. I feel like such a flake for having to delay her entire special day on account of the present not arriving on time; but, to my credit, I did order it a week ago. I just happened to be buying it off Ebay and it was coming from across the country via ground shipping. And shipping was already $20; I wasn't going to expedite THAT package.
My parents were really lax about stuff like that, and I'm naturally inclined to feel similarly; Scott's parents were very good about making it a grand occasion, and I'm quite aware that I definitely come up short in this area by their standards. So in past years, I've rack in plenty of guilt points for not having the present come on time, some nice apathy and eye-rolling action points from my Costantino side, and a dash of I'm-a-bad-mother self-loathing just for good measure.
Now? Now I try to find presents a few weeks in advance. I put endless thought into the gift, as I want it to be loved. I scour Amazon, Ebay, RetailMeNot, Google, and KSL because money is tight. I read reviews; I compare brands. I am, as my Amazon member name affirms, a "Research Momma."
So she'd better really, really like the crap outta this calico critters dollhouse.
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