Just now I saw someone post their status on Facebook about how much they hate that their birthday is so close to Christmas. Then they had like seven follow up comments going on and on about why. Well, mostly whining. I think that’s so sad. I’m sure it does suck when you’re a kid and everyone’s happy about Christmas but it feels like no one cares about your birthday. And everyone’s partied out. But when you’re an adult, why would you let that get to you? I never got to have a birthday party with my classmates because I was born in July. But it’s still my favorite month and I love that it’s so hot on my birthday every year. There’s got to be a bright side to everything, right?
Today I went to Macy’s and Miss K did pretty well, considering she was stuck in her stroller for a while. Towards the end, though, she started to fuss while I was waiting to pay for my items. Unfortunately they were awkward boxes that weren’t easy to juggle while taking care of her and for some reason, the store was really warm, so I was getting antsy. The part that kinda bummed me out was that I was waiting in line for a while and then an elderly woman stood next to me. She asked me “Are you waiting?” I said “Yep, we’re next in line.” I wanted to make sure she knew that she was after me in line, not next to me. She told me my daughter was a doll and we chatted. Then the cashier finished the transaction he was working on and she stepped right up to the counter, despite my crying child and my pleading with baby to hold on for just another minute or two. As if I didn’t exist or matter. I didn’t say anything because she was older. Eh, who am I kidding, I probably wouldn’t have said anything anyway because despite all my life’s experiences it turns out I’m still a doormat. On the one hand, she’s just an old lady. No big deal, it’s just a few more minutes. On the other, how come I don’t matter?
This afternoon I need to make one more trip to Toys R Us to pick up some presents for my nephews. I’m a little anxious about it. I have a feeling it will be crazy there. Wish me luck! I hope they like the gifts. That will absolutely make it worth it.
In general, I think most of the people I shop for are easy. Hubby’s not. But he helped me this year by telling me something he wanted. But then last night he said “You haven’t bought it, right?” Awww, man. I hope I didn’t screw things up but I’m prepared to return the stuff if he doesn’t like it. I wish I could figure out what to get him to make him happy. Even when I get stuff I don’t love from him, I still love that he spent some time to get it for me. Maybe he’s just not built that way. He doesn’t seem to mind that he didn’t get a gift. He’d rather just get what he wants himself. But the thought of everyone opening gifts and him not having one just breaks my heart a little. I guess I need to get over it, it’s more of a drag to have stuff he doesn’t want than it is to not get a gift.
One last whine and then I’ll stop. I checked my web stats today. One visitor. For ten seconds. How sad. That’s ok. This blog is still an outlet for me. 🙂