This morning, I overslept which is very unusual for me. Heck, most of the time I’m up obscenely early, so I never both to set an alarm. Anyway, I rolled out of bed with about forty minutes to get myself and The Girl ready, to make and eat breakfast, and to take care of the cats and dogs. I was flying around with my broom in high gear. :rolleyes: The Girl comes upstairs where I’m putting on the last coat of mascara and says, with this big grin, “I saw it on the table, Mommy, and I love it.”

What? I had ordered a bunch of Christmas gifts from B&N and they were sitting on the front porch when we got in last night. I unpacked the box last evening after Girl was in bed asleep. The gift I was most excited about for her was a passcode diary. I knew she’d love it. I knew she’d be so psyched on Christmas Day when she opened it. Anyway, I unpacked it and left it on the kitchen table so I could show her dad when he got home, fully planning to take it upstairs and hide it until I could gift wrap it. He came in late. I was tired. I forgot.

So…I came downstairs to see what it was that she’d seen, saw the diary sitting on the table and promptly burst into tears (yep, with fresh mascara on–not pretty). So…then Girl bursts into tears. I’m crying because I’m an idiot and I’ve ruined her best gift and she’s crying because I’m crying and she’s apologizing for seeing it on the table. In the meantime, my husband (NOT a morning person) is disgusted, “Oh, for god’s sakes, it’s not that big of a deal.” At which point, I forcefully closed the door on his grumbling. (I think he’d say I slammed it, but I’m sticking to my version.)

Hormones + Holidays = Bad Combination :hehe: