Imagine having spent the day devoted to the cleanliness of your family’s home, the happiness of your husband by way of meatloaf in the oven, and after having picked up the child from preschool – finally resting in the not-so-comfy computer chair in the office.
I’m checking email and reading my favorite blogs … catching up on Facebook because it wasn’t until last night that Kris informed me how last year it was for me to participate in the checking of Facebook. Sigh.
Anyway, moving right along …
I’m finally taking a moment to relax and exhale like Whitney (shoop shoop) when I hear The Cole yelling my name repeatedly with a sense if urgency that could only mean he was hurt or scared.
“Mommy! Mommy! Come here! Fast! Mommy!“
I almost fell out of my chair trying to get out of it to get in there to save him from whatever evil monster was trying to harm him. I literally ran down the hall into the living room where I found him standing in front of the television, pointing at the screen, mesmerized by what was on it.
A commercial. Advertising monster truck racing tracks.
He briefly broke his concentration to make sure I was able to see the television and said,
“Mommy! I want that!”
I let my adrenaline go back to its normal level and took a deep breath, reminding myself that I should be thankful – not angry – there’s nothing to legitimately be worried about here.
I asked Cole if he’d told Santa Clause about that particular toy yet, and he told me he had not. I tossed him his cell phone (an old broken one of Daddy’s Cole pretends to check his email on) and told him to give Santa a call. And next time this happened? Call Santa 1st. Mommy already knows.
This was 3 weeks ago (at least). There has not been a day passed that he hasn’t called me in there with the exact same sense of urgency to inform me of his newest desire.
I’m trying to think of things that could either divert his sharing the information with me OR make it just not worth it, somehow. The best I have so far is to maybe set him up with a pad of paper and pencil and tell him that every time he sees something new he wants, he needs to draw it for Santa on the paper. I can see this falling apart when he cannot draw it as well as he’d like and it turning into a pile of frustrated tears.
He’s 4, so he can’t righteously write it out. Any ideas? I’m open to suggestions here. I’m kind of begging for them. This has got to stop. I still find myself running half way down the hall before I realize he’s about to show me a commercial for some Ninja Turtle Shell Shelter he doesn’t really even want.