Ahhhh... Christmas Shopping.
I was wrapping presents this morning when I realized I had nothing for one of the kids. The older they get, the harder they are to buy for. All they want is money. Well, money is no fun to wrap so I set out to do a little shopping.
I'm not much of a shopper. I've said that before. But today I was in the mood and let me tell you, it was one fun day. I called my husband first because I'm a good wife and he makes all the money. He said go for it. Dangerous words.
I was missing my mom as I pulled through the drive-thru for a cheeseburger happy meal. While sitting at a red light eating that cheeseburger happy meal, a car in the lane next to me ran the light and slammed into another car in the intersection. I momentarily thought about turning around and going home. It's things like this that have made me into the homebody that I am. I decided to stick to the plan. And the plan was to shop.
At my first stop I spent a good hour just wandering around and was able to cross a few people off my list. I lingered way too long in the baby section wishing I could buy Little Miss Lily every cute outfit I saw. I even caught myself smiling. A lot. And when I was waiting to check out and people around me were grumbling non-stop, I really didn't mind. Let 'em complain. Today was a good shopping day.
On my next stop I watched a battle-for-a-parking-spot drama unfold before me. Good thing I don't mind walking. No spot is worth that hassle. I wandered this store for another hour and crossed a few more people off my list. I avoided anything to do with baby and concentrated on the grown-up stuff. The cart I was pushing must have only had three working wheels and the racket it was making was a little embarrassing. It was all good, though. I was on a roll.
I thought of two people on my list who like Starbucks. I like Starbucks. If I have to stop in to pick up an item or two, I might as well have a coffee. Later at home when the table was covered with wrapping paper and boxes and all that goes with it, I thought we might as well order a pizza. I like pizza. Supper was ready as soon as the pizza guy arrived. The day seemed just about perfect.
Then life kicked in. I got mad because kids were grumbling and once my lecture got started it was difficult turn off. My youngest made a comment about red hair and tempers and something about green eyes and fire (not sure where she was going with that one). I threatened to take all the Christmas presents away and ended up in the kitchen saying THIS WAS SUPPOSE TO BE A GOOD DAY! to no one in particular.
Things have calmed down since then unless you count the one kid still grumbling while another one fires off insults through a closed door. I have no desire to address either issue. Instead, I'm going to admire the tree one last time before I climb under an electric blanket and read my newest library book.
Because today was a good day. A good shopping day. And those don't happen very often in my world.
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