...Nah. I went back to sleep and at 6:00 he was breathing his hot breath in my face telling me it was time to wake up. Not so fast, my friend. I told him to go back to sleep or he was going to go back to his room. He fought me on this for about two minutes before I attempted to sit up to whisk him back to his own domain. He shot himself back down onto the pillow and shut the hell up. I woke up at 7:00 and he was sleeping still. Nice. Back to sleep. At about 8:00 I woke up to him silently rustling the covers and creeping out of the bed. He took off running out to the front part of the house, leaving me confused. Within moments, he was screaming and had entered Meltdown Mode. Thinking he discovered a dead body (or the candy wrappers I had left on the coffee table), I had to run out to the living room as well (which I'm sure was a sight to see). He was standing in the middle of the floor, crying, thrashing, and mumbling incoherent somethings. When I finally got him to get it together, he told me that his presents didn't come. What the fuck? I had not had enough coffee to play "What the Fuck is Your Toddler Trying to Tell You" so I asked him to say it again:
"MY PRESENTS DIDN'T COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
As patiently as possible, I told him I didn't understand. He looked at me like I was crazy and proceeded to tell me that today was Christmas and that Santa did not come and that he didn't get any presents. And for fuck's sake, he was pissed. Part of me wanted to laugh and the other part of me wondered if my big pregnant ass forgot it was Christmas. I had to exert my last few ounces of patience and explain to him that it wasn't Christmas. It was hard. He did not want to hear it. He had been so exited for NotChristmas that he had been unable to sleep and came into our bed. He had wanted to wake up earlier to open presents but "mommy made me go back to sleep" and he had waited "like a good boy." It was awful. He was distraught and outraged. I needed coffee. After a good half hour (which in Meltdown Mode equates to about three weeks), he was on the road to recovery. Unfortunately, since we had spent so much time battling tears and angry voices, his whole day was gearing up to be whiny and pissed. Nothing was good enough for him and EVERYTHING was an argument.
I did what any decent parent would do and dumped him off at my mother in law's. We couldn't both be in meltdown mode. We are almost out of tissues as is. Booyah.