WOO-HOO!!!

I made it! I survived Santa shop, and lived to talk about it AND I'm even talking about doing it again next year! I know I should go read my previous post, remember how STRESSED I was, how I couldn't turn my head because of the necks along my neck, how every little thing pushed me closer and closer to the edge! But I'm not going too...I think is like childbirth; you push the little bugger out and swear to God and everybody in that room that your husband will never touch you again! You are done having babies and 8 months later you find out your pregnant and you think "Oh it wasn't that bad!" Just to find out 9 months later that YES it was that bad and this one is even worse!!!
You forget. It happens with everything. The good things. The bad things. and the stupid and idiotic things. You forget what it feels like at that exact moment that you swore on so-so's life that you would never (fill in whatever you would like here!) You forget!
Lets face it the human race is a lot of things but our memory sucks.
Okay wait, let me rephrase; it's not our memories that forget because I can tell you the exact day that I met (and fell in love with my hubby) was on a Wednesday about 4:15pm, and that was 12 years ago.
I remember how the sun feels nice and tingly on my skin on those 90 degree summer days. The feel of the cement on my bare feet. How great a ice cold beer tastes after working in the yard for five hours in the heat. I remember the day my dad died. I can tell you the day and time all three of my children were conceived and born (Except my oldest I don't know how I got pregnant with her...okay I know how but i don't remember the day!)
I remember these things. Especially days. I had a friend (I guess she is still considered a friend, I just haven't talked to her in years) that would tease me because I would say "Hey do you remember that Wednesday we went...." She was always amazed that I remembered the days.
I remember that stuff. Now ask me if I remember how those things made me feel.
I could tell you that my dad dying sucked, it really hurt. Having a baby did not tickle, but was it really so bad that I don't want to have anymore???
I could tell you that it felt hot outside and the beer tasted better that any beer I have ever had. I could tell you that that cement burned the bottom of my feet. But I can't tell you the ACTUAL feeling I had, and why is that?
Because I forgot.
I think it is a survival tool that we subconsciously have and don't know it. It makes humans think that thing really weren't that bad when they were.
But come next October (No make that December!) I will round up my crew and we will start organizing Santa shop again and I bet you (I think I have five bucks in my wallet) Five bucks, that I will get stressed again. I will not be able to move my head because of all the knots in my shoulders. I will be swearing and wondering why I did this AGAIN. I will swear to GOD that I will never ever do Santa Shop again! Why because I'll forget!
You know what will stick out in my memory more than all that other crap? The little boy (on Wednesday afternoon) who handed me three bouncy balls to wrap and I asked who they were for and he said "My mom!" or the little girl who was looking for a present for her sister and could only spend between 2-3 dollars and I showed her pretty neat lip gloss kit and told her it was $1.75 and she said "But that's not between 2-3!" (That was Wednesday morning!) or The little 1st Grader who stood in front of me (on Tuesday morning) and said "Thanks so much for having Santa Shop! I love shopping for mommy!Merry Christmas!"
That right there my friend, made it ALL WORTH IT!!!