Growing up, I always peeked at my Christmas presents. There was no place my mother could hide them I couldn’t find them. Yes, I even had a kit for dealing with already wrapped gifts that included a purloined razor blade and invisible tape.
I outgrew that, but I still get very antsy about wanting to know what’s going under the tree for me. Nobody knows this more than my husband, who has witnessed seventeen years of holiday anticipation on my part. Yesterday, they went shopping for my Christmas presents and they brought the bags straight into the train room when they got home. I had to run to the grocery store after the Patriots game, so I left the wrapping stuff out so they could wrap what they’d bought. He napped on the couch, instead.
Right now, on the other side of the wall, are my Christmas gifts. Unwrapped. Just begging to be peeked at. I have spent the last hour hyper-aware of the fact I’m alone in the house for the next five hours with my presents.
To make matters worse, there are still little nitpicky things from the remodel that need to be done and a doorknob on the train room door is one of them—the door directly behind my office chair. See it? It’s like a little peephole.
I haven’t looked. I’m going to try my damndest to peek.
Oh, but the temptation…it hurts.
I don’t know why you are wasting time blogging about this when you could be touching your gifts and admiring them!
Clearly, I would have given in.
I have a hard time saving the gifts til Christmas. I want the giftees to open them up right now! Christmas is tortuous. It really it.
Knowing what you’re getting ahead of time ruins all the surprise and fun on Christmas. Don’t do it.
This is how I feel about chocolate that could be lonely in a cupboard.
Oh the temptation! I’m with you. I still have trouble with this also, although I really don’t want to spoil the surprise, I just can’t seem to help myself. I don’t peek so much as shake or just figure it out from the shape. Plus, I told my dh not to use the debit card since I do the accounting and seeing where he has shopped also gives me clues! My dh knows this and now doesn’t even bring the gifts in the house.
Good luck with that door knob peephole, though. I mean, if you trip while walking by and end up eye level with it, how can they blame you?!
Clearly your husband wants you to look or he wouldn’t have thrown the gifts in your path like that.
But, I say don’t do it – beat him at his own game!
Then find a suitable way to toture him around his birthday or your anniversary.
I’ve been thinking about this… Is this payback for the clock torture?
It might be, Annmarie.
And I haven’t peeked. I’m extraordinarily proud of myself. I even mentioned last night how torturous it was, thinking he’d take the hint.
They remain unwrapped.
I’ve decided that if I make it the duration without peeking, I’m going to have a second helping of Death by Chocolate on Christmas Eve…
And if I don’t, I’ll console myself by having a second helping of Death by Chocolate on Christmas Eve.
Shannon, I to was one of those pesky kids, I used to unwrap them, play with them, Ieven had my own set of batteries and then cleverly wrap them back up yes with the razor and invisible tape. I would do that until I was bored with the toys and then I would stop. Hubby is probably saving the wrapping because he does know that you will already know what your getting. I say it’s already to late.
Have a Merry Christmas to you and the fam. Cya in a week and a half.
I still haven’t looked! IT’S KILLING ME!!! (Yes, it’s all-caps and extraneous exclamation points bad.)
Steve, ask Santa to make it warm for New Years!