Honestly, I really can’t believe that it’s almost Christmas Day. And I’m kind of sad about it.It may be a little bit silly to already be upset that something is ending, when it hasn’t even happened yet, but anybody who has been eagerly anticipating this specific morning for 364 days understands the inevitable letdown that accompanies the season.
Taking into consideration that there are only a number of hours left until “the letdown” I am setting out to enjoy every single minute of the remaining Christmas season. That means Christmas music. That means Christmas candy. That means Christmas rum. (Okay, there really is no such thing as Christmas rum, but I’m thinking of starting a new tradition.) That means embarrassing myself byperforming aspecial “O Holy Night” duet with Josh Groban for my family randomly throughout the day.
Sadly, it also means a few more days of waking up in the morningbefore Jack does so as to protect those special Christmas decorations he seems hell-bent on destroying. You see, along with this burgeoning Christmas spirit I’m enforcing, my patience is being tested on an almost minute-ly basis. This is one busy kid. It’s as ifhe’s been bitten by his own spirit bug and feelscompelled to try anything and everything he can while thegettin’s good.
For instance, I was recently woken up suddenly by the sound of a moving chair. I shot out of bed, because a moving chair in my household has all kinds of possibilities, and foundJack in the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen counter. Eating a Santa candypop. Spraying sunscreen on the kitchen floor.And herewasthe reallyscary part. He looked at me as if he was doing the most natural thing in the world.He looked at me as ifby my interrupting him, I was the one out of line. We locked eyes and he calmly set the sunscreen down, pulled the finished candy stick out of his mouth with a smack, and hopped down from the counter.As he passed by me he reached out, grabbed my hand and said, “Good morning, Mommy.” I stood there, stock-still, while that memorable scent of summer wafted in the air around me.
Last weekI was folding laundry in my bedroom and realized that the house was suspiciously quiet. I began my routine Swat-style “checking of each room” and found him laying underneath the Christmas tree. When I asked him what he was doing he answered, “Fixin’ it.” I bent down and peered under the tree to see firsthand what he felt required some much neededmaintenance. He was attempting to hang all of the decorations on the bottom branch, underneath the tree. Perfect.
I also recently found him rearranging my nativity scene because he thought all of the animals would want to sit together. Naturally. And then I later found Mary and Baby Jesus sitting in the bathroom.Acting on a pretty strong assumption that Jer didn’t bring them in there I asked Jack to explain.
“Cause da baby had a messy mouth,” he answered, matter-of-factly.
Well, obviously, that makes sense. “So, Jack? Why did the baby have a messy mouth?” I asked.
“Cause Jesus ate some a my wunch.” Great. Let’s hope that baby Jesus doesn’t have a nut allergy.
Actually, now that I think about it, maybe it’s not such a horrible thing that Christmas is almost over. I mean, for every season there is a time, right? And by my calculations, I have spent my fairshare of time saving various nutcrackers and snowmen from a certain death.
Hmmm…only a few more days…
I need to borrow your attitude. I’m glad there are just three days left until life gets back to “normal.” It’s pathetic.
I love Jack. Aren’t boys the funniest little creatures?
Jack…oh, Jack. He absolutely lights my life, frustration and all. =)
Wha…?! With all those antics (and stories), why would you want it to ever end?
This is why we blog, right? So we can forever remember these moments and relive them daily. Right? So, really, Christmas DOESN’T ever end! 🙂
I think my favorite part was the fact that you store the sunscreen in the kitchen. In December. That’s kinda like the fact that I have balls of yarn and knitting needles stashed away in every kitchen nook. Who knows…? I may have not even put them there…
Christina, you’re absolutely right. I actually value every single moment, just get slightly grumpy in the process. =)
I probably don’t necessarily NEED the sunscreen in the kitchen right about now, but it’ll be ready for me come summer time! =)
I dont know about sunscreen on the floor. Jack maybe thought he was helping somehow. As far as Christmas being over soon? Well, remember Jack and Halloween?
Yes, I am already anticipating a struggle over the Nativity scene. Baby Jesus may just be hangin’ out until March. =)
Angelia (Texas) says
Well, at least you got Halloween taken down (you did, didn’t you?). Hopefully he will allow Christmas to end (he will, won’t he?).
My thrill was last week. This week will be good too. Our second and third Christmas at Jason’s and then at his mom’s house. My mom is swinging through one night. SO MUCH STUFF those kids are getting.
I am excited. I am excited for a four day weekend. Yeah!
Merry Christmas and thanks for the congrats.
I get such a kick out of Jack stories. Anytime of year. LOL.
Merry Christmas to you, too! And, yes. Jack is definitely worth a million stories. ALL times of the year. =)
Bwahahahaha!! *scrapes lungs off the monitor* That’s the funniest thing I’ve read all week!! The image of you shooting out of bed because the sound of a moving chair presents all kinds of possibilities … priceless!! And Jack’s reaction to you. And his sharing his wunch with the figurines. 😀
I have to agree with Christina … remember Jack and Halloween? 😉 You might not be done with this until Valentines (or Easter?).
Definitely the best part of my day! Thanks for the laugh!
I’m so glad that I’m not the only who does this – I have next week off and I know it’s going to go so fast (too fast) and I’m dreading it being over. So silly. I just need to enjoy the moment! Your description of Jack reminded me of the cartoon Calvin and Hobbes. One of my favorites is where the mom walks in on Calvin hammering nails into the coffee table. The mom says, “Calvin, what are you doing?” He responds, “Is this a trick question?” It’s like he’s saying, hello, mom, I’m hammering nails into the coffee table! Cracks me up every time.
Personally I and hubby will be so glad when this is over!
I agree about Jack not being able to let go of Christmas, just like Halloween.
His personality is so cute!