I'm Done... I think?

I love Christmas... I really do.

I love the music, the lights, the cookies (Oh! The Cookies!!), the presents, the tree, everything!

I go gaga over Christmas.

And being a girl, I go gaga over shopping.

So when I finish up all my Christmas shopping, I feel a bit sad. Like I'm not ready to be done. Like I still want to be out in the crowds, surrounded by crazed people trying to snatch up the last Mr. Potato Head.

My husband on the other hand would rather I pluck his nose hairs with rusty pliers than be forced to shop.

And of course, being me and being a girl who loves to shop, I keep checking the sales ads and the coupon blogs for great sales because "just one more gift wouldn't hurt the girl!"

Bad, I know. This will lead to spoiling but I have another baby on the way and this may be my last Christmas to really spoil her... right?

Or is that just an excuse?