When you are out and about anywhere in the Central Valley and you happen to see this beautiful child,
DON’T...I repeat, DO NOT call her a boy. She is going to throw some serious shade your way and will call you out.
But I’m a girl, Mom!, she loudly proclaims as you pass by.
Seriously people! A ruffled blouse, jeggings, pink loafers with glitter?!
Oh well! Random strangers can say the stupidest things, I guess.
I’m sorry, Fallon. For what it’s worth, your mommy and aunties often were mistaken for adorable boys too…even when they were three years old and sometimes wearing the most feminine of dresses.. Except for Abby. For some reason, your Auntie Abby was rarely mistaken as a little boy. Abby had curly eyelashes and everyone knows little girls have curly eyelashes. Then again, Daniel has curly eyelashes too…and people often commented that he was a beautiful baby girl. Yeah, random strangers make stupid observations sometimes.
Twas just 5 days before Christmas and perhaps a little hungover from a NICU cocktail party, tired from the Dance Stars Christmas Dance Recital and relieved after sending off that final gift and getting all the other gifts under The Big Top tree, I felt like celebrating because that is what the best holiday elves do.
Of course the challenge is to get these circus clowns to do it because they are at work or playing in San Francisco or shopping or just super annoyed because we are twelve turning thirteen very, very soon. Yes, they are quite certain that I am crazy. Then there is my darling husband. Yeah, he definitely didn’t want any part of this silliness because he is sliding fast into get-off-my-lawn grumpy old man status.
How’s your holiday shopping/decorating/wrapping going?
Yes, we have just six (OMG!) more days to go but don’t stress…too much. Unless you haven’t started at all and plan to hit the malls on the last Saturday before Christmas.
Ask anyone in retail.
Me, I have no plans to be shopping this weekend. Perhaps then I will get the stockings hung by the chimney with care…after the Christmas recital.
Of course this means I need to finish up getting a few gifts more and stocking stuffers now.
And as I work my up and down practically every aisle, mentally ticking off my list, I pass more than a few people slumped and slouched over their carts. It’s not a good look. It makes my back hurt just looking at them.
I’m slouched and slumped over my cart too.
No wonder my back hurts.
Standing up straight as I push my shiny red cart, I continue to work my way up and down practically every aisle.
The struggle is real.
If you’re still scratching your head over what to gift me, the girl who doesn’t have everything, a massage would be perfect…absolutely perfect.