A couple weeks ago I told you the story about…
About a week after that, I was in Costco, and all the Christmas stuff was out in full effect.
There were a couple things I saw that I knew the kids would LOVE, and still being on a mission to not leave Christmas present shopping until the last minute like I have every other year, I got a few things for the kids out of the way. There was long underwear and gloves that the kids needed, so I got that for some of them. Then there was a big Lego set for a decent price, and Number 6 LOVES those, so I got him that. I got a big Play-doh set for Number 7 because she LOVES Play-Doh, and I got Nerf guns for the older boys because they love those and there were two in a package so I can take them out of the box and split them up.
Still following the something you want, something you need, something to wear, and something to read Four Christmas gift rule, I had knocked off half the things on the list for a couple of the kids.
Having learned my lessons after the fucking robes were discovered in the back of the car the week earlier, when I got home, I took everything that I had gotten out of the car immediately.
We don’t have a whole lot of hiding places inside the house. In fact, we have none, really.
So I put everything inside of two big black contractor bags, and I hid them way in the back of the garage.
On another note, this past Sunday, it was beautiful outside.
Number 3 had a Sandlot style end-of-the-baseball-season game/party at the field.
My husband was working, so while the kids were outside playing, I jumped in the shower about a half hour before we had to be at the field.
Even being home alone with the kids, it was a nice productive morning, and everyone was fairly cooperative.
I was enjoying a peaceful, uninterrupted shower.
Until Number 7 barged in.
And she yelled,
“MOMMY!!!! I FOUND A RANDOM BAG OF TOYS AND CLOTHES IN THE GARAGE!!!!
And she was holding some long underwear and a big box of Play-Doh in her hands.
Every Positive Discipline lesson, strategy, and word I’ve ever come across flew out the goddamn window at that moment.
I didn’t lose my shit as badly as I could have.
But I have not been that upset in a while.
I told her to put everything back and get out of the garage.
I ran to the front door in a towel to look down the front walkway to the garage and I saw Number 5’s little blond head popping out of the door.
I might have yelled a little bit.
I know at some point when the kids are older we will look back on this little incident and laugh and say “Remember that year when Number 7 found all our Christmas presents in the garage?”
But I was not able to remind myself of this in Sunday.
I was so mad.
I told the kids those were Christmas presents I had bought for them.
And then I had to put myself into a time out before I seriously lost my shit.
Later on, Number 6 asked me if I “bought presents and just put Santa’s name on them.”
I lied, sort of.
I told him that some Christmas presents are from Santa, and some are from Mommy and Daddy.
We have told them this before, so they know that.
But I have a tight budget for Christmas presents.
I’m already $75 in the hole for the robes.
I can’t afford to flush another $150 down the toilet for all these newly discovered presents and I don’t want to ruin that magic of Christmas for the little guys, but they are seriously making it difficult for me!
So I don’t know what the Universe is trying to tell me, but I am not going down without a fight, dammit.
And if you have any suggestions on how to handle this one, I’m definitely all ears.