I put the last present under the tree at 2:30 a.m.
I figured I’d take the morning off today, seeing as I only had about 3 hours before Number 5 woke up.
But I was wrong.
I had one hour.
At 3:30 I heard talking, crying and yelling all coming from Number 3, 4, and 5′s room.
Only I didn’t say fudge.
I went upstairs.
Number 3 was hysterically crying.
Last night he was lucky enough to experience his first episode of double charley horses in his calves.
And he was convinced he had permanently lost the use of his legs.
His crying prompted Number 5 to begin bawling.
And Number 4?
Well, she was just carrying on a plain old conversation with herself.
So our Christmas miracle is that they all went back to sleep.
But not for long.
I’m pretty sure that Santa isn’t the only adult who feels like this right now.
Merry Chrismas Everyone.
I don’t know about you, but I’m hoping Santa brings me a nap for Christmas. :)
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