Mom, I need to talk to you in private.
OK…What’s up, Thing Two?
[whispered] Thing One told me you got me Heelys for Christmas.
I just want to cry. I had to bring Hubby into my conversation with Thing One b/c I was so angry with her. I had to explain to Thing One that, not only did she rob Thing Two of the great surprise of opening her “big” gift on Christmas and getting to be surprised, but she also robbed me of the joy of getting to see her surprise, etc. I’m so disappointed about it that I want to cry. Giving the girls their presents and getting to see their excitement and surprise is more fun for me than getting presents (which is not to say I don’t want to get presents, too), so a big part of me feels like Christmas has been ruined. Hubby interjected the voice of reason into the conversation and talked about how the big lesson is really more for me than for Thing One, for me to learn that a nine-year-old is too young and immature to be trusted with that kind of secret/surprise. Sigh. I hate these kinds of things where you can’t take it back and can’t make it go way, can’t fix it. Waaah!
[Of course, if I'd taken my pill this morning, I might not be so upset about it...]