This weekend was reserved for last minute Christmas shopping.
A family outing.
Not a tradition through. This is only our second Christmas as parents, we’re still building tradition; finding our way.
And I would never make shopping with my family part of a tradition.
I’m not unstable.
Shopping with the man that I have chosen to spend the rest of my life with causes me severe anxiety, frustration, and dangerous thoughts.
Towards him, not me.
I get irritated with his tiny bladder, cigarette breaks, ADHD I need a leash because everything shiny catches my eye and I can’t stay with the group behaviour.
I lost him more times than I care to remember.
I seriously lost him between the parking lot and the entrance to the mall.
Shopping with a man who never gets mad or shows any sign of frustration, and combats my anxiety and belligerence with comedy, can be exhausting.
But it can also be great blog fodder.
And what kind of person would I be if I didn’t share him with all of you?
…. So here you go… the day with Brian,
“We’re headed right to the moon hun!” – on the way to the mall.
“I’m not wearing underwear.” – Attempting to get me off of my phone.
“The only way to fist pump is as if no one is watching!” – While we were fist pumping to the music. WHAT? Like you don’t.
“Hun, when we’re old are we going to wear matching hats?” – After we passed an elderly couple wearing matching hats. And? Obviously!
“I do remember farting a couple times before I woke up this morning.” – Sometimes I am in awe of his intelligence.
“I think I should join a choir. Just for the holidays, you know? It would be good for the community!” – Always looking out for his fellow man.
Shopping is never just shopping with Brian! Before we even get to our destination we’ve gone to the moon without underwear on, danced the whole way with gas pains AND contemplated our a career change plus a new outfit.
When it‘s put that way, spending the day with Hyper Hypo Boy doesn‘t seem so bad.
At least I get a free trip to the moon without underwear on.