Each year our children pick names out of a hat for a gift exchange they have together on Christmas Eve after church. Dave and I usually take the kids out individually to shop for their special someone and help them pick out an appropriate gift.
Well, today we realized that no one had shopped yet. I was feeling really good about my own shopping. I was done and all the gifts were even wrapped. This is almost unheard of at our house.
The kids were moaning that they just had to go shopping, so tonight I took them. By myself. At 9:30 p.m.. To Target where everyone who lives in our town decided to go tonight as well.
WHAT. A. MAD. HOUSE.
Lets just say that about 5 minutes into this adventure I was really wishing I was the parent at home reading books to Paige and tucking her into bed. Good grief.
Well, to make a long story short they just couldn't decide what to buy each other in the pressure packed environment that was Target this evening. So, they picked out their own gifts and gave them to the person who had their name to purchase.
Not exactly what their Dad and I had in mind but under the circumstances I did not argue the fact.
At first I was a little sad that this was the way it had worked out. But then I remembered watching the kids run around the store together, helping each other find something they liked, and then going to the cash register to purchase it. They all hid the gifts when they got home and said they would wrap in the morning.
They all did a good job of pretending they had no idea what their secret Santa had gotten them.
Hey, if they are happy, who am I to complain?