Disappointment

Going to bed last night I noticed the light to the "man room" was on. This is the room where we hide the Christmas presents... behind LOCKED doors.

I told Carl when we were shopping that we needed to find a new place to hide the loot. He said "nah. They won't realize they were there. Plus, they don't have a key! They don't know how to open the door." I rolled my eyes and said "OK. Wait and see."

So the light was on. I called Carl to see if he had been in there. Nope.

I stood in the hallway and asked the kids (thru their doors) if they had been in there. Nope.

I said, "Well, the cats don't have a key and the boys are too dumb to know how to turn on a light (meaning the puppers -- although one could argue the point at times), so SOMEONE has the key. It needs to be in my hand by the time I get to ten or you two are on restriction."

One: nothing

Two: Bug "I don't have it, Mom! I swear I don't"

Three: rustling -- J-man opens his door with the key in his hand.

I was sooooo flippen mad. We worked hard to save up for their surprises and now J-man knows everything he is getting for Christmas. That BUMS ME OUT. I love surprising them...

Bug swears she doesn't know and that J-man didn't tell. I hope that is the case or Christmas is going to SUCK this year. I'm not getting either one of them anything else. They'll get what is in that room and that is it. I want them to realize just how disappointing it is going to be when there are no surprises this year.

GAH... and we still have two months to go.

Bummer.

On the road again

We, meaning Carl, J-man and myself, are heading out of town in the morning. We are heading back to the Shriner's Hospital for the results of his tests.

They will answer the "will he need surgery" question at this appointment.

Am I worried?

Hell yeah.

This is my baby... my sweet boy...

If it isn't necessary he isn't going to have it done. I can't stand the thought. If it is necessary, we'll handle it.

I've got a wonderful, loving, supportive family - both real and in blogger land. Your thoughts, prayers, and crossed fingers are welcome. I'll let you know what the doc says when we get back.