First of all, there's the crowds. Lord have mercy its enough to send me into a full blown anxiety attack weaving through the pushy & grabby shoppers.
Secondly, the plethora of options. For example. I've been looking for a few different things on my sister's Christmas lists and even though they're somewhat specific I can't seem to make up my mind for the life of me on what to purchase. So then when I finally buy something, I then proceed to question what I bought, then end up hating what I bought, then return what I bought and then stress all over about what I should buy instead.
Are you with me so far?
Exhibit A. Kris asks for a scarf for Christmas. I proceed to visit 4 stores looking for the perfect scarf. And yet, they're all crap as far as I can tell and I even have to ask Jason to pose as my model so I can get a better idea of how one might look on. He's quite the sport isn't he?
(Sweetie, I only promised not to post this picture to Facebook, I said nothing about the blog. Love you, mean it.)
Don't get me wrong, I do love Christmas. LOVE IT. It's just the shopping that stresses me out.... well and I'm not a fan of Christmas music...or grabby little children. Ho ho ho.
Ok so this isn't the blog post of warm fuzzy Christmas cheer. I'm almost done with my shopping, so I'm getting there, be patient.