It was no secret to my children that I went Christmas shopping on Thanksgiving Day.
Side Note: I swore I would never go shopping on Thanksgiving (since I don’t think it’s fair to make your employees work on Thanksgiving Day). However, my sister-BFF, April, told me she knows a lady who works at Walmart. People were begging her for her shifts because the big retailers pay premium holiday wages. On that note, she and I went shopping. In the end, I am one of those assholes who went shopping on Thanksgiving Day. I feel kinda bad, in hindsight.
When I came home that evening, the kids were in bed, and I was tired. Shaun came downstairs and helped me lug bags of Pre-Black-Friday deals into the garage. I threw a sheet over everything and went to bed.
Friday morning, as I left for work, I very sternly warned the kids not to go into the garage.
If any of you even step foot in that garage today, you all get nothing from Daddy and me for Christmas. I will take anything I have purchased back to the stores, and you will rely solely on Santa. But trust me when I say, Santa will not be happy if you are misbehaving and peeking at the things I bought for you. So he will most likely end up brining you things like socks and underwear. And that? Would suck.
Logan and Lilah snuck in the garage, peeked at their presents, and then told on each other. They are brilliant.
I’m a woman of my word.
I called Logan in first to break the news.
And then Lilah.
The presents are really at our nanny’s house. Santa will be bringing them. He was bringing them all along, but they don’t know that.
I’m pretty sure I’m #WINNING at parenting.