It’s Too Much
I tend to get stressed out about birthday/Christmas shopping. I make list after list of potential gift ideas and then proceed to spend entirely too much time walking in circles while second guessing myself and texting everyone I’ve ever met to see what their opinion is. So I have no idea why I thought heading to Meijer to pick out birthday/Christmas presents for the nieces on my lunch break was such a brilliant plan.
I found myself in the card aisle, face to face with way too many options. Barbie? Hello Kitty?? My Little Pony??? Generic???? Bob the Builder card so I’m not playing into gender stereotypes????? Obviously I couldn’t make such a big life decision on my own, so I texted my mom and sister to see what they thought. And then started to freak out when they didn’t immediately text me back. What if I have to make this decision entirely on my own? What if I pick the wrong birthday card?? 4 is too young to be scarred for life!!! It’s too much pressure!!!!!
This would have been the ideal time to realize I was in over my head, go back to work, and try again when I had a grown up with me. Instead, I headed to the back of the store for the toy section because surely that wouldn’t be as overwhelming. (I’m an idiot.) Are the toys on the end cap more magical than the toys in the aisles? Are they just on sale?? Are they what the cool kids are playing with??? Sweet lady freedom I can’t be the one responsible for the nieces being preschool and kindergarten outcasts!!!!
Again, this would have been the ideal time to realize I was in over my head, go back to work, and try again when I had a grown up with me. But I pressed on, circling the same 2 aisles like a Christmas vulture while texting my mom and sister to see what they thought before throwing caution to the wind, choosing gifts, blindly grabbing a birthday card (I’m 30% certain it’s pink, but it’s entirely possible it’s actually Bob the Builder), and hightailing it for the check out where I stood in line for a solid 10 minutes second guessing my choices.
And people wonder why I don’t have kids.
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