There are times in my adult life that I have the urge to call my parents up and apologize. One time was when I had a hateful teenager in my car who was cursing me out because her life "wasn't fair" and I was the worst person the face of the earth. I believe I did call my mom after I dropped the girl off and said, "I am SO sorry for the times I yelled and pouted and acted like a spoiled brat". Another time I had the urge to call was recently when Richard and I were "trying" to have a conversation and Noah and Micah were constantly interrupting us. It took us about two days to have that conversation. I thought to myself, "did my incessant talking have this kind of effect on my parent's quality of conversation?"
Most recently I have felt the urge to call and apologize this week. On Thursday I got home from work and noticed the Walmart Christmas Toy Idea book sitting on our kitchen counter. I thought to myself, "Oh, this will be fun - we can sit down with the boys and they can point out the things they would like for Christmas". I then opened the book up and realized that it had already been perused and almost EVERYTHING on EVERY page was circled - pink marker for what Micah wanted and purple marker for what Noah wanted.
The book has not left Micah's side since Thursday, in fact, he sleeps with it. Not only does he sleep with it but he insists that we sit down with him - several times a day - so that he can show us all of the toys he wants. This process takes about an hour and entails him pointing to "literally" every item on all 30 or so pages. This is what it sounds like, "I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas I want this for Christmas....." I purposefully left out the periods because a period indicates a brief pause. No brief pause coming out of this kid's mouth! And believe me, it doesn't even work to tell him that you have all the toys he wants committed to memory!
I find it humorous and exhausting all at the same time. Tonight Richard and I schemed to figure out how the idea book could go "missing" in the middle of the night. We then tried to convince Micah that we needed to mail the magazine to the North Pole so that Santa would know what he wants. I even tried to explain that Jesus only got three presents for his birthday and that Micah should go through and pick out the three toys he wants the most.
46 days, 3 hours and 10 minutes until Christmas....I may have a mental breakdown before then if I have to look at that stinking book one more time!
So, to my parents....I apologize for putting you through this torture every Christmas. I know you are sitting there reading this and laughing. Enjoy!
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