Gift shopping for the holidays is a tricky business.
You send me out into a mall that is bursting at the seams with sales and gift sets and I am suppose to stick to a list and buy things …..for OTHER people.
This is a true test of will.
How am I suppose to pass up all the amazing deals and one time today only for the next 30 minutes door buster sales!!!?
How am I suppose to pass up all the amazing deals and one time today only for the next 30 minutes door buster sales!!!?
In years past, I have been pretty good at taking photos of amazing finds I “need” and then passing on the request to Santa.
I have even gone as far as placing things on hold and calling Santa to let him know.
This year, I have a weakness… I am not sure if it’s my age, or the fact that I am now a stay at home mom who doesn’t get to shop like she used to,but I have been buying myself gifts all season long.
Maybe it’s a subconscious worry that since Clark is here now he will get all the good gifts.
I will get a saggy stocking and a Christmas mug filled with taffy.
Wow, that just sounded really greedy.
But let’s be real here,
I have always been a bit spoiled on Christmas.
Not my fault. Blame my family.
So, now it’s time to pass the torch to my well deserving son.
Don’t get me wrong, I want him to have everything he wants.
It’s incredibly hard to walk out of Target these days without a new toy for him.
I mean, you should see his face when he stops and plays with the Tickle me Elmo!
It melts your soul.
With that said though, it’s a little rough making the transition from daughter to mother.
So I guess to ensure that I have a fulfilling holiday engagement, I have been stockpiling…. gifts…..for myself. Is that so wrong?!
Now, I have done my best to thoughtfully forget what it was that I have bought, so that I will be surprised when I opened them.
Because that’s part of the whole experience.
It’s not just the gifts… its the surprise!
The excitement of Christmas morning and the anticipation of
“Will I get that new pony I want or will it be another calendar?”
I can’t be sure till I open it!
Judge me, I know you are.
But please tell me I am not the only one who is guilty of this crime!
Misery loves company.
(And Joanie loves Chachi )
