We haven't been planning a big Christmas by any means. We have limited means and limited space this year. But I did want a few things for the holiday, which I ordered last weekend from Amazon (for example, a fireplace viedo and some pine incense in lieu of a fireplace, and a couple small items for hubby and baby). I placed the order while watching Limelet and rushing back and forth between the office and the living room, in a hurry, of course.
A lot of the items were used, so the order was comprised of perhaps half a dozen items from half a dozen sellers. Many of them were due to arrive today or tomorrow. Last night right before bed I thought I'd entertain myself briefly by looking at the tracking status of some of them and anticipating their arrival today. At which point I noticed what I had managed to overlook before: I had somehow had the entire order sent to our old address!
Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!
Nearly all of the various packages are shipping via USPS, so they will be forwarded after all (according to the Post Office), but we'll get them probably mid-January, if my past forwarding experiences are any guide.
The one package shipping via UPS, however, I managed to have changed this morning even though it was already out for delivery, and UPS said we will probably get it tomorrow. Around here they don't deliver on weekends, so if it's later, it'll be Monday. Luckily, this is the one gift for Limelet that I really wanted to see him play with on Christmas (one of those little spiral ramps for toy cars), so that experience, at least, was salvaged.
But I slept really tensely last night (uselessly) worrying about all this, and being furious at myself.