Bad Santa

I’m such a horrible gift giver. I’ve been trying so hard to put all Addie’s little gifts that arrive in one of the bottom drawers in my dresser. I always have little trinkets for her so she knows to start looking when she walks in the house. I had ordered a package of Yoda stickers for her stocking and forgot to put them away. When she was here Friday, she had already gone to bed and I saw them on the table. I knew she had seen them. At some point on Saturday, she said “I saw something yesterday that may be for me!” Yes . . you did . . so I gave them to her. Then, she made me happy. She took them all out and looked at them. She told me “There are 50 different stickers, and two of each of them. Do you mind if I keep half of them for myself and give the others to the kids at school?” No . . I thought sharing was a great idea. Just asked her to check with her teacher first.

Then . . Vince’s fire pit! Remember the day it was to arrive we were at Addie’s game so I waited for the cameras at home to alert me on my phone that Fed Ex was here (They don’t say “Fed Ex is here” . . they only say “Human spotted in driveway” or “Movement spotted at front door” and then I called the neighbor. Vince had already talked to the neighbor and gave them a garage door opener so when the box arrived (there were two because Addie’s new bike came here too!), the neighbor came over and put the boxes in the garage.

When we got home, I told Vince to park on the street, drop me off, don’t look in the garage . . and I ran in and covered the box with a sheet.

The box was horribly in the way. We could barely open the car door with it where it was and there was no better place to put it.

A week or so ago, I told Vince . . you stay inside the house. I’m going to wrap your present and then we’ll put it in the sunroom til we get the tree up. I went out and that thing is heavy! I took my giant roll of wrapping paper and spread it out on the garage floor. I positioned the fire pit on top and the wrapping paper wasn’t nearly big enough. So, I took a second roll and tried to wrap it . . patchwork style. It was NOT working so I rolled all the wrapping paper up. Went inside and dug around to find a huge Christmas mylar looking bag and tried to stuff the box in there but the box was bigger than the bag. I gave up. Defeated, I went in and got Vince. I told Vince . . I can’t wrap it. It’s too big. It will never work under the tree.

So, he came outside, opened the box and now he has his fire pit. He was about as excited as he gets about gifts . . not very!

Someone suggested a heated throw for him when he’s sitting in his chair so I got that for him. I’m kinda thinking I should have bought one for downstairs and one for upstairs but for now, we have one. I managed to get it wrapped without him seeing it so I’m not a totally bad Santa.