Sunday full of surprises, part 2: Don't be alarmed
Back to Sunday. After I hurt my foot, and the pain subsided, I went about my business. That meant laundry and, noonish, lunch. It's about 12:45, I need to get stuff out of the dryer, but I need to wash my hands first. Mom comes downstairs and goes, there's a package! She goes out and grabs it and tells me, ...and it's for you! Wait, what? I don't get packages. I don't order things online if I can help it. Given that it was a week before Christmas, I asked my parents if I should open it. They were perplexed; they wouldn't order me something with my name on it. I was given the go-ahead and discovered...an alarm clock! At which point my parents *really* freaked out, because my father had already gotten me a clock from Walmart and they hadn't ordered one online.
That's when I spotted some paperwork inside, including a gift tag: From your Secret Santa and the Cookie Monster. Mom immediately went, it's Laura! So I reached out and confirmed that yes, she and her cookie monster (whom she confirmed was a she, not a he) helped me out with my clock problem. And of course my parents were amused since now I had two clocks; we had flashbacks to the year my grandfather asked everyone for suspenders and everyone got him at least one pair; he ended up with day-of-the-week ones, he got so many.
I haven't actually looked at either clock to this point, because I still had to clean up after lunch, get the laundry out of the dryer, and then call grandma, by which point I'd forgotten that they both got put under the tree. I mean, they're Christmas gifts; I can look at them on the 25th. I think I might keep both and one can go in the middle bedroom.
But wait, there's more. Laura and I had texted a few times during the afternoon, and we both got waylaid by a few things--Munchkin had a dance performance, and I was practicing. I was able to help her out with something Christmassy for a relative, so one of my replies was trying to figure out how to get the item to her. She went, I'm not far from you; can I come over and grab it? Sure. I met her on my porch, and here comes the nearly-7-year-old (her birthday is this week) because she wants a hug...and then she proceeds to blatantly peer inside the house like little kids do. Hey! It's messy in there. But then I pointed out our little tree, telling her she's bigger than it. So, Sunday had a lot of unexpected moments, but aside from my foot (which overall is okay, though wearing shoes yesterday was unpleasant at first) it went well.
That's when I spotted some paperwork inside, including a gift tag: From your Secret Santa and the Cookie Monster. Mom immediately went, it's Laura! So I reached out and confirmed that yes, she and her cookie monster (whom she confirmed was a she, not a he) helped me out with my clock problem. And of course my parents were amused since now I had two clocks; we had flashbacks to the year my grandfather asked everyone for suspenders and everyone got him at least one pair; he ended up with day-of-the-week ones, he got so many.
I haven't actually looked at either clock to this point, because I still had to clean up after lunch, get the laundry out of the dryer, and then call grandma, by which point I'd forgotten that they both got put under the tree. I mean, they're Christmas gifts; I can look at them on the 25th. I think I might keep both and one can go in the middle bedroom.
But wait, there's more. Laura and I had texted a few times during the afternoon, and we both got waylaid by a few things--Munchkin had a dance performance, and I was practicing. I was able to help her out with something Christmassy for a relative, so one of my replies was trying to figure out how to get the item to her. She went, I'm not far from you; can I come over and grab it? Sure. I met her on my porch, and here comes the nearly-7-year-old (her birthday is this week) because she wants a hug...and then she proceeds to blatantly peer inside the house like little kids do. Hey! It's messy in there. But then I pointed out our little tree, telling her she's bigger than it. So, Sunday had a lot of unexpected moments, but aside from my foot (which overall is okay, though wearing shoes yesterday was unpleasant at first) it went well.