They know that Santa's on his way
I finished up my holiday shopping yesterday round 3pm; it was a mad dash to get everything together. I spent HOURS wrapping at my mom's house (though I went slow and kept stopping to talk to her), and now I'm worried that I don't even have everything. I ordered a bunch of stuff on Amazon last Thursday and set it for 1-day delivery, but only half the shipment arrived Saturday. My mom said people will/should understand (esp with everything that's been going on this month) but I'm still feeling anxiety about it.
Yesterday, my dad ran into my brother and niece at the store and she told my dad that she finally knows Santa's not real. He was all, 'Noooo! Don't say that! Who else brings us our presents?!" Then she insisted they all have to keep it a secret so my nephew still believes in it. I got a lil weepy eyed at that and told my mom, "Our baby's all grown up!" She's going to be 11 on Thursday and I'm still playing the 'I remember the day you were born, I was there at the hospital and saw your daddy crying because he was so happy' game, but JFC SHE'S 11!
This morning I got up around 9ish and made deviled eggs (as I do for every holiday) and rice crispy and m&m balls for the fam. I am a wee bit giddy that the eggs taste really good this time (the last time or two I put too much mayo in and they got a lil runny), and that they're super pretty because I finally bought myself piping bags and tips.
