The first sign of Christmas at our house is always the Advent calendar. The first day is tomorrow (December is comin’ on like a freight train, y’all), and I put it up on the mantel after the boys left for school this morning.
They’ll discover it sometime today while I’m at work, and despite repeated talks about waiting until the morning of each day to check for their Advent activity surprise, they are unrepentant cheaters. When they were little, I could load up the whole calendar and forget about it, but now I have to do each day’s note the night before when I’m sure they’re asleep.
Because all of these things are true, I made a special note and put it in the box for December 1.
I’m a little sad we don’t have a nanny cam, so that I could capture their howls of frustrated outrage for posterity. I’ll just have to use my imagination.
I was born at night, my darling, impatient, sneaky sons. I was. But it wasn’t last night.