By 8am I had my war gear on.
Jeans, T-Shirt, Hoodie and comfortable shoes. (yes comfort was needed this time)
Dropped the kids at school and had my butt parked in front of my prey.
The biggest mall in town.
I had my weapons…my list of “must get gifts”, and my VISA.
In under 3 hours I plowed through a list of gifts for the girls, my 2 nieces, 2 nephews, my Grandmother, my Mother, my Sister and even polished off the odds and ends for my dearest Hubby. Oh and did I mention that I also managed to pick up a sweet winter coat and gloves for little ole me!
Store by store I took them all down one by one.
Feeling a little more at peace, a tad more victorious with each zip ding of the credit card machine.
Retail therapy.
Only about 12 more gifts to buy with just under 8 more shopping days left.
It can be done.
Sigh.
Tis the season my friends, tis the season.
I just can’t take the Mall this time of year……it’s total madness….you are a brave one!
I wish I could claim victory against the mall. I have ordered online, gone to a few stores here and there, but have put the mall off until the last minute. Which is, I guess, right now. I’m planning to go tomorrow AM, bright and early. I say it every year…”I’ll start early next year” It doesn’t happen. Good for you, and I hope you’ve finished up by now.
What is it about swiping a card that makes you feel so much better…even if it isn’t for you. Dangerous, that is what it is!
We could so shop together. I do a great amount from chair also. Laptop in lap, wine in hand. I think I’m done – oh, except one needs jeans and another need a movie. Easy.
We spent 3 hrs at the mall yesterday. Hoping to finish up this weekend & get everything wrapped.
You are da bomb baby! I have one gift left to get. WOOT WOOT
That is great.
I thought I was ahead of the game when I started picking up the kids “big” presents in August – disgusting I know. Then I took a contract job in mid October that has had we working 6-7 13 hour days a week. I guess I am lucky I got what I did early done or I would be in really big trouble!
I’m not even going to tell you how much I still need to do, because it would punch unfortunate holes in my cloud of denial.
I spent three hours at the mall yesterday and achieved nothing but traumatizing my one-year-old by taking him to see Santa, and escorting my 5-year-old to every store in the mall looking for a gift to buy her dad. Turns out she’s even more indecisive than me.
Productive, no?