It's day four, and he still hasn't wrapped my Christmas present.
On Thursday morning, a package arrived that was addressed to Tyler, and I knew it was my present. I shook it, listened to the quiet thump it made against the sides of the box, analyzed the weight and stared at the size. But that was all. OK, maybe I kinda brainstormed how I could open and seal the box without him knowing, but since I didn't have any brown packaging tape, I quickly aborted that idea.
He came home that night, took it into the guest room to verify the order, and then left it OPEN on the desk. All he did to close the box was to put other to-be-wrapped family present on top of it.
Now most of you know I am one of the nosiest people on the face of the Earth. I don't even realize I'm being intrusive half the time. My friend and old co-worker Chad constantly made fun of me for it because most of my inquisitive sentences to others included: What are you talking about? Huh? Hey, what happened (imagine A Mighty Wind)? And that's just putting my problem mildly.
Which brings me to my current plight. Tyler just left for work, and I am here alone for three more hours until I need to be at the restaurant. In the mean time, the opened package is taunting me from the back room — beckoning me to take just a little peak.
My inner child is struggling with my adult persona. They are tussling back and forth, and at this moment the child is winning. The adult in me can only fight off my weaknesses for so long.
And like a child, I will blame Tyler for not wrapping my present if I cave. After all, he should've known better.
2 comments:
Sara: I really enjoyed this post. Just so you know, you're not the only one in the family who likes to sneak peaks at Xmas presents. As a child, I was very adept at seeking presents into my room, opening them just enough to see what was in there, and then putting them back under the tree. Merry Xmas to you guys! xo- Kerry
1.. You didn't inherit your ahem "inquisitiveness" from my DNA but I'm definitely in you somewhere.
2. This Jewish girl (with confused first generation parents who grew up very poor and were newly middle class in the 50's) had a menorah AND a Christmas tree most years. (envision 8 days of Hanukkah AND Christmas!) I knew where my mom's "stash" closet was and, like Kerry, I always knew what my presents were before re-opening them!
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