It's Panic Time

This was the last big weekend left to shop for Christmas presents. If you are a 9 - 5 Mon through Friday working soul then this was it for you to get out there and get your gifts. Well, Saturday morning was my time to get out there. I may not be getting a paycheck and paying in to Uncle Sam, but I'm working everyday taking care of Dear Bebe. So, Dear Hubs said "get er done" and I didn't waste a second before heading out.

There was no way I was heading to a mall. Forget it. Not around here. I still haven't really seen the economy woes here in our area like I've been hearing about on the news. Restaurants are still packed, there's an hour wait usually, and you can't find a parking spot. And if you do, there's a three car line up and a war about to be waged for it. WOW! This really makes me think the internet is the perfect choice. I did shop a lot on the internet but there were a few things I needed to get in person.

Out into the maddening crowd, forging my way through in my car like an army tank. Really. It was literally more like the maddening traffic. You could tell people were just crazy, pointing their cars in any direction like maniacs. PANIC had set in. You could see the look of fear on their faces because Aunt Sue or little Tommy wasn't going to get that last Isotoner slipper or Chia pet. The rush was ON. And I decided it was time to get in defense mode or I was never going to make it back home without a major dent in my car. And that's when I realized all I wanted to do was get back home to my Dear Bebe.

I did manage to get a few of the things I needed but all of a sudden these things didn't seem so important anymore.

Oh how motherhood changes things.

That is, until when Dear Bebe turns 5 and just has to have the latest toy. Then I suppose I'll put the armor back on and head out into battle. Wish me luck.