So yesterday, I reported to all of you that I won Christmas.
While this is mostly true from my perspective, there is definitely more to the story. As I said before, Paul is the undefeated champion of all gift bearing holidays. He was not going to go down with out a fight. And fight he did.
He used that spreadsheet, counted stars and came up with some crazy good gifts. He told me in advance that one was sure to make me cry. I started to doubt him when he admitted he forgot to get me any stocking stuffers.
What? No chocolate? No Biggby giftcard? No winter socks? I have come to expect certain stocking privileges.
In response to my obvious disenchantment with an empty stocking, he changed his tune and put one of my gifts in there along with a school gift from Isaac.
One gift was beautifully wrapped. It could have been a tiara. I tried to shake it. Paul wouldn’t let me.
I had to wait. I tried to wait. To prolong the inevitable goodness. I love gifts and I love surprises.
Christmas is my day.
Well, actually it’s Jesus’s day but let’s try to focus on my story, shall we?
I was certain the pretty box was going to be the winner. Nope. It was a tea kettle for my latest addiction to tea.
Really. According to a friend,
“Tea is a gift to your body.”
I am a new part-time convert. I still love my coffee. It is brewing now.
Anywho, the kids all hand painted the sweetest pottery. A heart-shaped platter made complete with a face complimented by wild Emo hair. It made me giggle. I have been drinking and eating out of a cup hand painted by my Vito every day since Christmas. Isaiah painted a snowman that is sitting on my kitchen counter that I imagine will be brought with the Christmas decorations every year.
The boys picked out purple slippers in the UGGs Style.
Do you see what I am doing here? So much suspense!! I nearly died.
Wait for it though. This is gonna be worth it.
Finally, I opened the big box. I waited as long as I could but finally the boys forced it upon me.
It’s just an amazing Zuca bag. The bag of all skate bags for my derby. I immediately packed it. Practice is only one week away. I need to be prepared.
Okay. Are you ready?
I was allowed to get my stocking before nap time. Mostly because I am a grown up and mostly because I was dying to know what was going to make me cry more than my beautiful Zuca bag.
Yes, this 31-year-old woman has been stating that she might want to go back to school eventually. There was never a concrete plan, enough time, enough energy or enough money. So far, eventualities seem to be failing me. Apparently, someone wanted to put his money where my mouth was.
Nice move. *sob*
We may have a tie.
PS – Don’t forget to “like” The Mother Flippin Fan Page! I will be posting pics of my handmade pottery there. I am a lucky momma. :)