someday we'll laugh about this, but today ain't the day

...I wonder if it bugged my parents as much when the boy and I did similar things.

Widget opened one of his presents. I'm guessing last night, but I don't know for sure. Anyway, I know this because:

a) He pretty much told me, but not in an "i confess, I was naughty!" way.
b) He re-wrapped it (admittedly he was smart enough to use one of the rolls I'd used on some of his other presents) but he hasn't quite got the hang of it, so it's re-wrapped kind of... badly. Not bad for a first timer, but there's no way in Hades I would've thought I wrapped it.

And I was/am pissed. Beyond pissed because I tried really damn hard to keep it a surprise and OH YEAH. Once more it has fallen to me to fucking rescue Christmas and you know what? Next year can go fuck itself because I'm tired of buying things for other people and then being told the day before that
I.
Am.
Getting.
Nothin'.
For.
Christmas.

...seriously, the only presents I'm getting? I bought myself.

Again.

Which, you know, I could kind of justify. Sort of. Because it's not entirely true. Tracy implied I have a gift. So there's that. And my aunt and uncle did send a very nice check, though (and I'd laugh if I weren't in need of some damn sugar) I was under the impression it was more of a "use to make christmas not suck for the family" and instead it actually seems to have been an actual gift for me.

Excuse me if I don't laugh heartily just yet.

So.

Monkey appears in my room, all put out because he thought he was going with Mums to pick me up. Before I can get all gooey over this, he mentions something about the presents and how he put one in my closet with the others. One for Buzzy.

One eyebrow is raised. Really.
Yeah. The spongebob one.
Really.
It's shoes.
...*twitches*
For Buzzy.
*twitches more* Wherey'd you get 'em?
umm... from... umm... buildabear. Yeah.
*hops off bed and stalks towards closet* LEMME SEE NOW. Is given present that has been re-wrapped although I didn't realize he'd totally trashed the old paper until Mums pointed out that the old paper was still under the gift tag.

Rage, lemme tell you. Rage.

And I know I don't have a ton of room to talk. I used to peek at presents before they were wrapped, and I'd be the lookout for the boy when he'd peel back tape to see what was hidden in the room above the TV room. But for the most part I tried to talk him out of that and I was pretty good about not actually looking once they were wrapped. Shaking, sniffing, listening? All fair game. But I did not unwrap stuff.

And had it happened less than 20 years ago, I'd have probably wrapped it better than I found it because that's how long it's been since Dad made damn sure we could wrap presents.

Santa has also died this year because, you know, I had stuff in the closet and right now I don't particularly care enough to wrap them and say they're from someone else. Pissed.

And to think. Before my shower? I was all atwitter because I'd finally finished wrapping presents.

But mostly what ticks me off is that I have Christmas off. I chose to ask for that off instead of Christmas Eve and I'm really thinking I was stupid on that front because he was told yesterday that he who peeks at his presents like that? Gets none.

So...I took the day off to watch other people open presents, but not the person I was excited to see open presents.

Plus, my thumb hurts. A lot. :(

Whine, whinge, bitch, moan.

The kicker?

I'd planned on giving him that gift tonight. (I'd forgotten it was shoes and thought it was the PJs but still.)

eta: telling me that the only gift you're getting is a DSi is not particularly helpful. Just so you know. Carry on, public!