Sleep? Not me....

Well, it's Friday, the first morning of my children's Christmas  vacation from school.  It's 6:50am, and they are sleeping soundly....cuddled under blankets, enjoying their slumber.  So why, you ask, am I not in bed?  Oh, I was.  I was sleeping soundly, in the midst of a lovely dream (something about sugar plumbs....) when the phone rang.  It was my husband.  Did he want to wish me a "good morning" from work because he missed me?  Did he know he would wake me up, but just couldn't stand not hearing my sweet voice saying "I love you" ?  Nooooo, he needed to tell me he forgot his "secret santa" gift for his holiday party today, and what did I think he should do.  Well, the first thought I had involved placing (shoving) the gift somewhere that the recepiant would never think to look....so I nixed that idea. I knew he couldn't come home to get it, because the bossman wasn't in yet....so that left one option. I must go sometime before noon and deliver the gift.  I really shouldn't be surprised that this happened.  This is the man who at about 8:30am on Dec. 24, will grab our oldest dd, and tell me they are going out to "run errands". Two hours later, they return and say, "Don't go in the garage!"  Of course, I shouldn't fault him.  He does have that condition that makes it hard for him to remember things like consideration, common sense, Christmas, and gifts.....he's a MAN. (sorry, couldn't help that one!)  Actually, he is a good man and his gifts, though purchased last minute, are always thoughtful and pretty much what I would like. He always gets me a Hallmark card that either pops-up or moves in some way, and his wrapping never fails to make me smile.  I call it his "man wrapping".  He will use a gift bag, but always forgets to buy tissue paper.  He  substitutes with his shop towels, which are white and surprisingly absorbant. So, I suppose I will forgive his forgetfulness and take him his gift.  Right after I take a nap!