Last night, on this Christmas Eve of the great year of 2012, I went to bed at 9:49 in the p.m. The Baby woke me from the deepest sleep sometime around 10:08. In the span of 19 minutes my husband had come to bed although I have no memory of it.
Once The Baby was settled, my head hit the pillow and I was out. I didn’t wake up again till 7-o-clock in the a.m. I think I was the first one in the house to wake up. No. Wait. The Man was already up reading the day’s news on his overly bright phone. (Love ya babe!)
But what a glorious night’s sleep!!! For the first time in many moons I actually felt rested when I woke up rather than groggy and grumpy. It’s truly a Christmas miracle!
Currently it’s 8:17 in the a.m. I’m sitting by the unlit tree (I can’t find the plug.) waiting for the rest of my clan to get up/wake up, because… get a load of this…
MY CHILDREN ARE STILL SLEEPING!!!!
At 8:18 in the a.m. on CHRISTMAS MORNING!!!!!
What is wrong with them??? Where have I gone wrong??? I feel as though I have some how failed as a parent.
(Not really. I’m jut so shocked they’re not up that the over-dramatic side of me is coming out.)
I mean. Come on! It’s CHRISTMAS!!
So now I’m off. To find the plug for the Christmas tree. To get some coffee and breakfast. TO WAKE MY KIDS UP!!!
Apparently someone didn’t get the memo.
Another, albeit weird and incredibly unsettling, Christmas miracle!!!
Merry Christmas everyone!!!