My Supermarket therapy was brought to a halt this past weekend. I walked into my friendly neighborhood store for a bit of groceries and ready at the door to throw my ear buds in my ears, but I heard something very wrong coming from inside the store. Christmas Music. Seriously? Want to know why this is wrong? Well fist off, this store doesn't even play music. second off ITS NOT EVEN THANKSGIVING YET!
As I walked aisles, the girls noticed a sign pointing towards the toy section saying something along the lines of santas workshop or something like that. Walking further into the store it seemed like all the aisles are decked with lights and tinsel. Chocolate-covered marshmallow santas, chocolate oranges, stocking stuffers, and the already put together gifts were weighing down the shelves. Outside it feels like a UTAH autumn, but it sure didn't feel like that inside, because apparently it has been Christmas for a month already. The official start of the holiday season may be next weekend, but the holidays actually start on November 1st at precisely 12:01 am, when the Halloween candy and costumes instantly transform into Christmas trees, snowmen lawn decorations and decorative gift wrap with little red nosed reindeer on them.
Let me at least get threw Thanksgiving first please? This year is hard enough knowing that it will be the first Thanksgiving ever to not be with my parents. I wont get my traditional turkey leg and gallon of mashed potatoes hold the gravy. Not to mention this will be my first Thanksgiving as the big GF. I wont know what was made and what it was made with. I don't want to upset my in-laws by not eating the yummy food they have prepared. And what do I bring? Will they like my cooking? I wont get to play the usual games after a nice nap. I wont be 10 minutes from my own house in case I need to change from my skinny jeans into my fat mom jeans and check on my little zoo.
The Foy Team lives about, well lets just say (in Hillary terms) across the world! I love love love love seeing my in-laws but OOOOOOMFG I hate driving up there. That drive is a death trap for me. Sweaty palms, short breath, nervous twitches, yelling at my husband for following too close (even tho he might actually be a mile away from the car in front of us), white knuckling the seat belt, always making sure the girls are strapped in the proper way, trying to deside weather I want to die by driving off the side of the mountain or an oncoming car that spins out of control going around one of those hairpin turns, tightness in my chest, and the nauseous feeling that I keep looking for an air sick bag. But I will suck it up and do what my husband wants, after all, we are a team and we work together! Plus, I want to spend an actual holiday with my in-laws too! but man o man I wished they lived closer!
On an informational side note: I just had an anxiety attack typing and thinking about all that. yep I AM A LOOSER!
As I walked aisles, the girls noticed a sign pointing towards the toy section saying something along the lines of santas workshop or something like that. Walking further into the store it seemed like all the aisles are decked with lights and tinsel. Chocolate-covered marshmallow santas, chocolate oranges, stocking stuffers, and the already put together gifts were weighing down the shelves. Outside it feels like a UTAH autumn, but it sure didn't feel like that inside, because apparently it has been Christmas for a month already. The official start of the holiday season may be next weekend, but the holidays actually start on November 1st at precisely 12:01 am, when the Halloween candy and costumes instantly transform into Christmas trees, snowmen lawn decorations and decorative gift wrap with little red nosed reindeer on them.
Let me at least get threw Thanksgiving first please? This year is hard enough knowing that it will be the first Thanksgiving ever to not be with my parents. I wont get my traditional turkey leg and gallon of mashed potatoes hold the gravy. Not to mention this will be my first Thanksgiving as the big GF. I wont know what was made and what it was made with. I don't want to upset my in-laws by not eating the yummy food they have prepared. And what do I bring? Will they like my cooking? I wont get to play the usual games after a nice nap. I wont be 10 minutes from my own house in case I need to change from my skinny jeans into my fat mom jeans and check on my little zoo.
The Foy Team lives about, well lets just say (in Hillary terms) across the world! I love love love love seeing my in-laws but OOOOOOMFG I hate driving up there. That drive is a death trap for me. Sweaty palms, short breath, nervous twitches, yelling at my husband for following too close (even tho he might actually be a mile away from the car in front of us), white knuckling the seat belt, always making sure the girls are strapped in the proper way, trying to deside weather I want to die by driving off the side of the mountain or an oncoming car that spins out of control going around one of those hairpin turns, tightness in my chest, and the nauseous feeling that I keep looking for an air sick bag. But I will suck it up and do what my husband wants, after all, we are a team and we work together! Plus, I want to spend an actual holiday with my in-laws too! but man o man I wished they lived closer!
On an informational side note: I just had an anxiety attack typing and thinking about all that. yep I AM A LOOSER!
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