Bums, The Blues, and Crazy Holiday Shoppers....
Saturday, December 06, 2014
It seems to me that everyone is feeling a little blah this time of year. Maybe I'm wrong, or maybe it's the weather, lack of sunlight...I don't know. But I'm feeling it too. And I don't like it. One bit.
Every year I get super stressed about finding the RIGHT present, bringing the RIGHT side dish, not forgetting ANY co-worker, baking the RIGHT cookies, doing the RIGHT crafts with the kid, that by the time Christmas comes, I'm upset because I failed to truly enjoy all the lights, sounds, smells, feelings...that come with this holiday that I go from stressed to depressed in 3 seconds. And every year I tell myself to just chill, to not do that again. But the crazy has already started.
Today the husband and I went shopping for the "Giving Snowman". It's a program at my school, where people less fortunate can turn in a wish list for items (presents, clothes, shoes, etc), and snowflake cut outs with the anonymous wishes are placed on the snowman. If you want to participate, you just take one off the wall, buy the item, and return it to the office and they take it from there. I decided not to participate in the Secret Santa thing at work (I mean really, what teacher needs ANOTHER coffee cup or candy bar?), so that I could buy more snowflakes. I took five (there's my good deed for the day, Diane.lol).
Four stores later, we drove home, nerves frazzled. This is what I realized from my excursion:
1. Fools will run over you with a cart for that perfect ornament.
2. I miss being able to spend $2 on an outfit (baby clothes are SO much cheaper than 12 year old's clothing. lol)
3. Baby clothes are SOOO stinkin' CUTE!
4. I need to get over this baby fever before I get myself in trouble
5. It's hard to find a size 13 girl's shoe before Christmas. Also a men's size 6 1/2
6. Frozen has taken over America.
7. A crosswalk is NOT a safe crosswalk in the beginning of December.
We're at a stop light, and I'm searching for a dollar for a homeless guy (or so says his sign 'wife and child homeless), but I don't have any, because I gave my last ones to the Salvation Army bell-ringers. Good thing, too, because a second later, he's met up with two other 'homeless' people, about to get into a fight over whether or not to go into the Walgreen's on the corner (of happy and healthy, apparently) to buy beer, or take a bus down to a major road, where they can make a LOT more money, and then come back and buy MORE beer.
So they start counting their dollars, and with each crumpled dollar, all I'm seeing is one person's kindness, another person's caring, another person's love for mankind smoothed out on a sidewalk in preparation for a booze fest.
Did you hear that sound? That was my heart breaking.
I don't care what people on the streets do with money that others give them- I've given money to a guy who had a sign that said "Need Beer!" before because hey, he was honest. But to consciously write about a wife and child, and then that?? It's so shady.
We drove home in silence, and I felt like I was going to cry. So now, I'm depending on YOU, Spark Friends, to help me out.
Can you tell me something GOOD that you've witnessed this holiday season? I really need a pick me up, and maybe someone else will read your comments and it'll pick them up too. Can you change my sh*tty day into a total lovefest? Please?