Yesterday while at Walmart, I swore that the girls and I weren't going anywhere until Christmas day, which is when we'd make the three mile trek to my mom's house. To Grandma's house we go and all that...
Alas, this morning, Tom asked me what else I wanted for Christmas. I blinked at him.
I went out and looked under the tree, where there lies several presents for him and me alike.
I muttered, "I thought you were done shopping."
He muttered back. "I don't think I am."
I growled, "Then I'm not done either."
We're so full of the spirit of Christmas around here.
I hate waiting until the last minute. I really do. I was so excited on Friday night when I wrapped the last present.
I wasn't going to be up until 3am on Christmas morning wrapping this year. No me, no way.
Alas, I shopped some more today and have more to wrap tonight.
But, on the other hand, today is not Christmas Eve and I plan to wrap tonight so I don't have to wrap tomorrow night.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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