I learned two things yesterday: 1.) My mom has attention deficit disorder. 2.) It's a lot of work being Santa.
Santa Lucy started her wrapping yesterday. She hates wrapping.
The workshop was -- a mess. There were three or four kinds wrapping paper. Spools of ribbon. Tape. Gift bags. Gift tags. She had her list. She checked it more than twice. She found gifts she had forgotten. She debated on what to give to so-and-so. She had lots of phone calls. And I know I overheard a couple of conversations she was having with herself.
And what did I do?
I ate. And I cooked. First, chocolate chip cookies. Then, poppy seed cake.
I have an eating disorder.
We paused for family dinner at Shogun in Paris. Jake said, "I need chopsticks." He used them like a pro. It was cute.
Santa Lucy went right back to work, and at 11 p.m. I told her she has attention deficit disorder. She said, "I do. No question about it."
I said it with l-o-v-e and she laughed.
I went to bed at 11:30 p.m., and from what I heard this morning, she kept going for another hour.
Santa Lucy's work is done.
And now she's turning her work toward what we're going to eat for the next 72 hours.
I should probably help. Or maybe I should go for a run.