guilty Christmas Morning

I hadn't told you anything about the holidays, so here goes . . . . The very same day that the kids were let out of school, I came down with what I think was the flu. I wasn't sneezing or coughing, I just hurt all over. I didn't want any noise and really just wanted to stay in bed. Now, the kids have a tendency to run into our room and jump up on the bed as soon as they wake up on days they don't go to school. Rodrigo was awesome when I was sick. He took care of the kids and Badger and just let me sleep as long as I wanted to. He asked the kids to please not run into the room in the mornings. Keep this in mind.
As long as I've been alive, we've always celebrated on Christmas EVE. My family would always stay up late for gifts. Of course I liked this as a kid, but I really, really wanted a Christmas morning . We decided to stay home this year and do the whole gift thing in the morning. I made Christmas Eve dinner. The kids went to bed at their normal time. Christmas morning I heard them at about 7:00 AM. I waited for some screaming or something but nothing came. I figured maybe they'd gone back to sleep. I was awake still waiting to hear their reaction to Santa having come the night before. Nothing. I finally went to check in on them. They were both in Brianna's room sitting on her bed. They looked like they had ants in their pants saying "There's presents! There's presents!" I asked what they were waiting for and they said they weren't supposed to wake me. They had to wait until I got up myself. Can you imagine? I felt like Snow White's evil stepmother. The one time they decide to listen to something we tell them. Geez. They ran downstairs and started passing out gifts. I told Rodrigo and all he did was laugh. I felt sooooooo guilty. Poor kids. But, yeah, it is kind of funny. (cackling)

feeling: I know I was supposed to do something today
listening to: Ride (Vapour Trail)