“Mom, mom wake up, Santa’s been here.” Its my 4 year old Ian. I slowly squint my eyes into narrow slits to try to make out the clock on the other side of the room without actually finding my glasses in the dark. Surely it can’t be time to get up, it was a late night and “Santa” didn’t get to bed until after 1 am. I finally can see enough of the clock to see that there is a five, a zero and some other number. Ugh its only five am, far too early to be up even for an excited 4 year old. I finally convince him to come snuggle for awhile and after much squirming he finally falls back asleep.
“Mom, mom, wake up, Santa’s been here.” Don’t these children have a dad, its now my six year old Easton. I ask him what the numbers on the clock say, he tells me seven, three, zero. He reminds me that his dad and I told him he could get up at 7:30am. Easton also informs me that he has woken his older brother, Evan who is 8, up. They want to open presents but I disappoint them with the reminder that they can’t open presents until the big kids get here and they won’t be here for at least an hour. My husband and I get up and tell the boys to be quiet and not wake Ian up yet.
Ding dong, dog barking, three excited boys yelling the big kids are here. Chaos ensues. The boys and the dog rush to open the door for the first arrivals consisting of their older brother Eric, his wife Catherine and big sister Brett. A few minutes later the last of the big kids arrive, big sister Becky and her boyfriend Jarrid. There is a lot of excited chatter and choruses of “we can open presents now.”
The smell of coffee fills the air, utensils clatter as everyone fills their plates, excited chatter of kids and adults fill the room as we settle in for the morning. Everything is right, all my kids are home at least for part of the day. Its the best kind of chaos.