December 25
2:30 am: Miss Priss arrives in our room and announces, “It’s Christmas!”
2:32 am: The Room Mom replies, “It won’t be Christmas for 3 more hours.” Miss Priss climbs into bed and repeats that she can’t sleep every 30 minutes until 4:30 am, then falls asleep until 6:40 am.
6:40 am: It is officially Christmas. Santa brings Jabba’s Lego palace with unique Jabba figure to my son, Mr. Star Wars. Santa brings a new American Girl doll with table, chairs, and the beautiful Depression glass birthday set to Miss Priss.
7:40 am: Christmas finished.
1:20 pm: First Christmas casualty– American Girl vase breaks. Tears.
1:30 pm: The Room Mom glues vase back together.
2:00 pm: The Room Mom naps.
December 26
11:00 am: Trip to Michael’s Crafts so work on American Girl doll food can begin.
2:00 pm: Mr. Star Wars wants to show his new Jabba Lego figure to the neighbors. This one-of-a-kind figure can only be purchased with the complete palace ($119.99). The Room Mom barely listens as Mr. Star Wars heads out the door because she is so engrossed in American Girl doll food.
3:00 pm: Jabba’s head discovered missing (oxymoron?) somewhere between the neighbor’s front door and our driveway. Assets– It is a big Lego piece. Liabilities– Jabba’s head is brown and green, the exact color of the lawn. Search begins.
4:30 pm: Search for Jabba’s head ends for the day due to lack of light.
7:00 pm: New Darth Vader Lego mini figure discovered missing.
8:00 pm: The Room Mom makes a margarita and tries not to think of the damaged toy sets that were new and perfect mere hours ago.
December 27
9:00 am: Mr. Star Wars continues the search for Jabba’s head. It rained during the night but is now sunny, so we hope Jabba will be easy to spot. Mr. Star Wars wears a new pair of Christmas pants and very carefully searches our yard and the neighbor’s yard on hands and knees in the wet grass.
10:00 am: Dog eats wooden slide whistle Santa left in Miss Priss’ stocking. Work on the Playmobil Future Planet set begins. The Room Mom starts a load of laundry.
10:30 am: Dog chews Future Planet Playmobil man. The Room Mom saves man, but plastic Playmobil goggles lost. Dog’s reaction to the “Drop!” command improving.
December 28:
11:28: Kids head outside to ride EZ Rollers. The Room Mom stands at the edge of the driveway and notices a puddle of water sitting in a green plastic cup. Jabba’s head recovered!
1:00 pm: All boxes broken down and ready for garbage pick up. The Room Mom considers possible loose toy pieces in garbage pile.
December 29
11:30 am: Damage Assessment
- One broken vase– repaired
- One important Lego piece lost– recovered
- One new pair of pants covered in dirt– laundered
- One Darth Vader Mini Figure MIA– still unaccounted for
- One wooden slide whistle eaten– thrown away **bonus** very noisy toy
- One Playmobil man chewed– saved with minimal bite marks
- Dog response to “Drop!” command– improving
Overall, minimal casualties and maximum gift enjoyment.
12:30 pm: The Room Mom begins working on a blog post to assure herself that she is not the only one who goes crazy over the missing and damaged tiny pieces of her children’s toys. The children, by the way, bypass the missing and damaged pieces and instantly create other ways to continue playing with the toys.
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Thanks for writing this–I always feel like a consumerist, bringing more toys to break into the world. Now, I feel better.
Right back at you…
I always felt such a sense of relief when Christmas day was finally here and my running and hiding everything was done! We always had some kind of casualty, though, too! My kids are now teenagers, but they are big and we STILL have something broken by the end of the day!
I don’t want to be Debbie Downer, but just wait until your kiddos are teenagers. Legos and American Girl accessories are still on the menu, but they have become the token “Mom’s holding onto our childhood” gifts. Thank goodness for nieces and nephews!
I am totally going to be that mom! You know I still get Barbies for Christmas from time time from my mom.
Hilarious.