Sunday, December 27, 2015

When I needed to Venture Out

We all know the holiday season can be brutal. We all have our survivor stories.


Just before Christmas, in fact the last Saturday before Christmas I felt like maybe the crud was going to bring me down. My daughter hadn't been sleeping due to the lingering effects of a cold that set in after she had strep throat. I settled in quite comfortably on the couch to await the arrival and sure to follow mayhem of my oldest son arriving.


All


Day


Long


I sat on that couch. Sappy made for TV Christmas movies passing the time away.


Until the moment I realized that there was no apple juice, not enough eggs, and a gallon of milk wouldn't be a bad idea.


So I knew a trip to the store was in my near future. I wasn't really dressed for the store. No bra, running pants and a very old shirt. Comfort is my thing, and I must say I really ROCK comfort. (much to my husband's disdain)


I decided to make a quick run to the store just after my oldest son arrived. I was going to leave him in charge of the younger two.


As I began walking toward the store from my way out in the middle of nowhere parking spot I began to notice the sideways glances in my direction. The way people were warily casting glances my way. They were quickly moving to the opposite side of the aisles. I began to wonder, did I look worse than I thought? Or did I have the Grinch look down?


Even the cashier was hesitant to ask me how I was doing and if I was ready for Christmas. I made it in and out of there in under 15 minutes, not bad considering there seemed to be a mad dash to this particular store.


I guess people will leave me alone when they see my don't play with me face.




Here it is :)


December 27, 2015





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