My presents are still unwrapped in the train room. I still haven’t peeked. I’m twitching now, but I haven’t looked.
I think the dog has more to unwrap than my husband.
My husband added an electric razor to the Tall Kid’s gift haul and now I have a tic in my left eye.
I need to remember to charge & sync SK’s gift tonight after he goes to bed so it’ll be unwrap-and-go on Christmas morning.
I miss my Dad unbelievably. This will be our third Christmas without him.
I miss my Mom, too, though we’ve gone at least a decade of Christmases without her. (She’s still alive. She became a Jehovah’s Witness.)
Came home from my shopping this morning warm and fuzzy with the knowledge I was DONE. Then I remembered my brother-in-law. Crap. Crap crap crap.
There will be, I think, eighteen kids fourteen and under at the family Christmas Eve gathering tomorrow night. And it’s a “dry” family. No happy eggnog.
And now I’m off to run around like a madwoman some more.