Out Christmas Shopping

Dear Readers (the few of you who are left anyway since I'm so way behind on blog reading),

How are you? I've been out Christmas shopping. The lines and crowds have been killer on the weekends, so this week all my plans and free time will be devoted to shopping and wrapping. I started out with Scamp at my side, but a toddler smack dab in the middle of the terrible two's makes one sticky mess out of shopping, literally. Although her temper wasn't as bad today as the puke I had to clean off her and the stroller that she expelled in the middle of Belk. Luckily, I did have all the shopping done in that store that I needed. Thanks to all those sweet other patrons that looked at us with pity and concern. Sometimes, a mom needs that.

I managed to get her sparkling clean minus the stroller which will need some major attention with a soapy sponge and her outfit that is still in a garbage bag in the car. She even got to see Santa and have a sucker that replaced all the eggs and Kix she ate for breakfast this morning. The whole ordeal wore her out because she conked out in the car on the way home. But, not even a minute later, I heard the tiny clanking of metal amidst the Chipmunks Christmas Don't Be Late rendition on the CD player. Strange how I really thought it was part of the song until a nice lady honking and motioning for me to roll my window down while we're sitting at the red light explained "something" fell out from underneath my car. That "something" is still yet to be identified even though hubby's probably underneath the car himself as I write.

Well, Scamp's safely in her bed, snuggled underneath her blanket with a sticky face and hair that will have to wait to be attended to until after she wakes up. Sometimes, you gotta give in to the no suckers in the car rule. I'll be heading back to the store, not to Belk mind you. Hopefully, a few days away will help the other nice employees and one very determined custodian forget my face.