Bennedryl, Anyone?

We played musical beds last night in our home. Various kids awake with various maladies at various times, all night long, a grumpy husband who had to be up before the crack of dawn, and a congested and nauseated mama, trying to smooth everyone’s way. Ah, the joys of sleep-deprivation!

Yesterday afternoon, we got two BIG boxes from my mom and step-dad, delivered by the UPS guy- Jeffreys favorite person this time of year. We went from ‘zero presents under the tree’ to ‘no room for any more’ in the time it takes two boys to tear open a box.

At about 3 a.m., I took a bennedryl, and ended up zonked out in the recliner in the living room. Really zonked out. The first fuzzy sounds came to me, and I realized that the boys were up, in the living room with me, the tree was on, the tv was on, and they were making a lot of noise. I feebly cracked an eyelid, and checked the time- 7:20. (That’s sleeping-in for them, and I have no idea how long they had been up)

It was then I realized what they were doing. There was not one present under the tree anymore. Not one. Mercifully, they had not actually started to open them yet, but all the gifts were sorted into piles for each person- which amazed me after I was done yelling. (The tags were all in my mom’s cursive writing, but somehow, Jeffrey was able to read everyone’s name correctly- don’t underestimate a boy and his desire to get to the loot!) What in the world is going on here?? They innocently looked at me and said that it was Christmas now, and time to open the presents, at which Jeffrey proudly showed me which pile was mine. Eric then evidently thought running and knocking the piles over was a good idea, and I had suddenly to run to the bathroom to be sick. I give up.

I called my mom and told her what her grandsons were doing, and I wish she could see our living room right now. She was already at Kohl’s, shopping, at not-quite 7:30. No one can ever accuse my mother of not doing her part to fight terrorism- those terrorists are never going to win, with all the shopping she does!

My living room is chaos, but only one present got torn open, and the rest are stuffed back under the tree, hodge-podge and higgledy-piggledy. Who cares? They are just going to do it again. And, eventually, they will be right, it will be Christmas, and it will be time to tear into them all. Why fuss about it? I think I will go write instead!

4 thoughts on “Bennedryl, Anyone?

  1. That is classic! There must be something about the age of our kids…D made me open the present he did at preschool and keeps looking under the tree for his name. It’s classic! I love the innocence of them. Everyday…I hear…when is santa coming? I love it. Wish you were down here…looking forward to next year with you and the boys and the sweet little girl. AEM

  2. I loved it when the presents from Grandma and Grandpa would arrive! We would all beg and beg to open them. Finally my parents would concede. Although usually it was some really nerdy sweatshirt or something like that…

  3. I got so tired of wrestling my son out of the presents and having to rewrap everything, that I finally have quit putting the presents out until Christmas Eve, after the kids are in bed. I can’t wait for a couple more years to pass and then I will be able to have that beautiful tree with ornaments intact and nicely wrapped presents underneath it. But at the same time I enjoy how excited they get about everything this time of year, it helps to keep me in the Christmas spirit.

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