Well, if this isn’t a quandry, and a blog post, I don’t know what is…
You see, my eight-year-old-still-believes-in-Santa-I-think won’t go to sleep. I’ve tried everything. She even asked me to pray with her before bed that she could go to sleep (among other things, because I am raising quite the young Christian)… oh and it brought tears to my eyes. She didn’t pray for all the good things that she wanted… no, she prayed for her family, and thanked Him for the greatest gift, His love, and just that He allow her to fall asleep so that Santa wouldn’t skip over our house…
Meanwhile, Matthew’s hanging out in my room. She thinks he’s gone to bed, but he wanted to be Santa’s apprentice this year and get in on the fun… so he’s reading…
We have the cookies, milk, carrots, and cheese out for Santa and the reindeer… and Sam keeps getting up… she can’t sleep, she has to pee, whatever… and Matt’s just so patient…
So, I then decide that I’ll go in and lay with her… I tell Matt what I’m doing and that if I fall asleep, all of the presents are under my bed and in the hall closet… (except for a few, which now that I think about it, is under his bed…which is where both of the children currently are..)
Yes, I entrusted the Santa happenings to my totally off the wall, can’t remember multiple directions 10 year old.
I lay down with her… and then finally, I have to get up. I can’t stand it anymore…and she gets up too… so Matthew decided that he’ll offer to lay down with her… but in an effort to make sure that she doesn’t know he knows that I’m Santa, I yell at him for still being up too… so he goes in her room and says, “Hey Sam, come lay with me… I can’t sleep either.”
She complained of her chest hurting and she was sneezing, so the brilliant mom I am, gave her benedryl. I had merit, so let’s not go call the people because I drugged my kid to get her to sleep so I can give her presents….
I had my father call and tell her that he tried to wait up all night one year and that was the year that he got coal in his stocking.. yes, that really happened… he got other stuff, but it scared him for just a moment…
and now, they are both back in matthew’s room… and I have to pee… but I can’t go back there because I’m afraid that I’ll wake them up.
I have 3 presents to wrap and then I have to haul them all out…
oh, and I forgot to mention that while I was laying with her, the dog ate all the cookies and the carrots were strewn about the living room… matthew fixed that for me so hopefully, Rhoda won’t eat any more before I can get out there and take a few nibbles…
oy…
there were moments that I just wanted to scream, “I AM SANTA NOW GO TO BED!”
but I didn’t… because I’m sure she already knows… and we’re both holding on to that magic for just a little bit longer…and I don’t want to ruin it…
so I’ll hide out in my room for just a tad longer, catching up on blogs and email from when I was away…and wait…
that’s the hard part though.. the waiting… because I?
Am just as excited as she is….
Until next time…
Merry Christmas…
Heather
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Aww Matthew is such a sweetie! What a great big brother he is