Let me just start by telling you all, I know I’m a crazy person. Chemically imbalanced. So let’s just keep that in mind while you read this. Okay?
Ever since Avery’s first Christmas (soooo long ago, I know) we have seen the same Santa. He is “our Santa.” I’m even friends with him on Facebook. I have photographic evidence of why we love seeing him so much.
I’m really not sure why she was crying because she totally took a selfie with him before this.
So the event we would go to see Santa was on a day where we were already double booked. We were already skipping Avery’s swim class to run a 5k. That I really didn’t want to skip since we didn’t do the one on Thanksgiving. Plus, I signed up for an indoor triathlon (don’t ask) and this was day 1 of training. So, yeah. We really couldn’t make it to see Santa.
Then I saw something on Facebook about our Santa being at a kids store on Sunday morning. Sweet. We decided that morning to get the kiddos ready and head out. Then I looked at the event to get the address. It said you needed to register a time slot and it was closed by the time I looked. I might have been so frustrated that I cried. (I warned you of my crazy person status)
Jeremy started investigating. And he called the store. And got us a time with Santa. Because Jeremy is the best husband and loves me even when I’m being an insane person. One of these days I’m going to give him the medal he deserves for putting up with me.
We made it! Santa said he thought we would have been to see him the day before, but was happy to see us now. And my girls loved seeing him. And all was right in my world.
Avery’s face lit up when we walked in the door. She was a little shy, but excited to see Santa.
So there you have it. I freaked out for no reason. Jeremy fixed it. And everything worked out great in the end. Like usual.