Hubby was blindsided this morning. He's fine, there isn't even any damage to the car, because the collision was an emotional one.
Not that he shouldn't have seen it coming. He does this every year, so this year I tried to prepare him.
"Honey, the kids and I had so much fun today! There are 123 days left until Christmas and we sang Jingle Bells at 1:23!"
"Honey, we had another party today - there are 111 days until Christmas and we sang Silent Night at 1:11!"
"Hm. Honey, I can't think of anything other than a huge, long paper chain to help us count down to Christmas. It's only 100 days away now, you know."
All of these were greeted with various "hm"s and "uh huh"s and shoulder shrugs.
This morning, one of the littler children came bounding into the living room, all excitedly saying, "Only 89 days till Christmas, Daddy! Isn't it wonderful!?"
You'd think the poor man was in the midst of a massive coronary. His face went white, his jaw dropped and he gasped for air. I asked what the big deal was, it's been coming for a while now.
"But, it's so close!"
Did I mention that I'm invisible?