This Happens Every. Single. Year.
I start Christmas shopping, as I've said, when I'm doing my son's birthday shopping in October. Some things I buy even earlier, as both my children tend to ask for things that must be shipped. All well and good. I get my little list going of what I've bought for whom, and the holidays are off. . .
Inevitably, those things I buy early disappear. As in, I hide them, and then forget where they are. Honestly. I've found Christmas-intended gifts up to two weeks after Christmas.
This year, what's missing (so far) is the only thing I've bought for my son's girlfriend. With it (I can only assume; maybe there are two lost things) are some little things I bought for my children's stockings. This is maddening because their stockings are all but impossible to fill.
Today, as I was working on the back for a sweater I'm knitting, I realized I didn't know where I had put the finished front.
Who DOES these kind of things? I spent almost an hour looking for that danged thing. I was almost to the point of just chucking the back, and giving up on the whole idea, when one more possibility came to mind. Behind. The. TV.
So the sweater is still on, but I've got to come up with something else for the girlfriend.