Today was my day to get the bulk of the Christmas shopping done. I got a babysitter for the girls and went out to face the madness alone, which is really the best way to do it anyway. I enjoyed my time at the Badger Mt. Craft fair and found some really cute things. Then it was onto THE MALL. I went there for the sole purpose of buying Justin a new cell phone. Come to find out, I am not authorized on our plan to upgrade his phone. WHAT!?! Ahhh, so much for
that surprise. After a couple of trips in and out of the mall to get things out of the car and get things figured out, I decided that I will just come back later
with Justin to get the phone, since now he knows about it anyway.
Entering the mall for the third time in one day, I start to remember why I hate going to the mall during this time of year...or any store for that matter. Every year I struggle with trying to figure out how I feel about all this "commercialism" or whatever you want to call it. I feel bugged that I want to get my children several things for Christmas, but find that the more presents I buy, the more empty I feel. I start to feel like I am just buying stuff, just to buy stuff. To make sure they have "enough" presents under the tree. I enjoy giving gifts to others. I just feel that they should be more heartfelt and not just "things". I mean, is getting my 3 year old a bed skirt very special? Not really. I also have a hard time when others ask me what I want for Christmas. I'm grown up now. I feel awkward saying: "oh, I'd really like this", or "how bout that". I guess I feel kind of greedy or something. Such a weird, frustrating, confusing thing I go through every year. I guess it is just one of those areas where I haven't quite figured myself out yet.
And you just gotta love when some punk takes down a senior citizen security guard at the mall...yeah...THAT'S THE SPIRIT!