The Grinch.

Let me start by saying; I LOVE CHRISTMAS. I love the traditions and the gift giving and gift receiving. I love watching my kids open presents. I enjoy the magic of Santa and the food and family gatherings and christmas parties. ALL. OF. IT. Yet I’m starting of feel sad about the excessive present giving. It feels almost like an addiction. Something that people search and hunt for and spend money on and time on. Looking for bigger and better deals. Pushing people in line and treating gift buying like a competitive sport rather then a time to reflect on the person you love and a way to show them a token of how much they mean to you.

Black Friday. Cyber Monday. All these deals. It has gotten wayyyy out of hand. People seems to think they will solve all their problems by saving $3.99 on a toy not one really wants or needs. All the consumerism and deal grabbing just feels gross. So much time and energy go into trying to save money on these things that the true meaning of christmas is lost.

I get that giving presents is a way to show love and people feel if they buy more presents they are showing more love and they can buy more presents if they get better deals.

The older I get the more I understand the Grinch, “Maybe he thought, christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe he thought christmas is a little bit more.”

I want my kids to understand that showing love isn’t about how much you have but how much you give. I want them to understand that true happiness isn’t about what you get and how much you get. It’s about how much love and tenderness you have shown to other people in your life.

Presents are great way to show love but they shouldn’t be mindless empty presents that you bought because there was a sick deal. It should be a way to show appreciation and thoughtfulness for a person.

My mom always jokes that in her house “it’s quantity over quality” and she is a very generous and loving person. With that said Christmas basically becomes her olympics. She trains for it all year long. There are hundreds and hundreds of presents. ┬áIt’s insanity and even though I know it’s done with love, I worry that it’s not teaching my kids to love and appreciate what they have.

I know that it will be my job to show my kids that getting a lot of presents is fun but the real reason their grandma is so christmas crazy and because she loves to give & I hope the take away is that they grow up to become givers to and see the joy in giving and doing for others.

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Starbucks rage.

For a person who typically doesn’t have a place to be & with time to burn I am awfully rage(y) when someone doesn’t know what they want when ordering at Starbucks. Unless you are Akeem from Coming To America, you better know what you want and how a Starbucks works. Don’t ask questions about what’s in the muffins or how likely the South American beans are to make you fart…..because we all already know it’s a lot. If your someone who waits till the last minute to decide your order; YOU ARE A HEAVY COFFEE BEAN FARTER. There are no doubts.

Also, you ALWAYS have 5-7 minutes to not make eye contact and decide your order. That’s the time you process what size cup you want and how much whip cream to put in it. I oscillate from deep sympathy for the barista who has to listen to someone’s personal feelings about heavy cream to blind rage when they engage them in a 10 minute conversation about it. I’m sure there is some training class at Starbucks university about how not feel 20-30 people’s death glares when answering some buttheads questions.

Also, I’ve been to Starbucks 10,000 times and still have no idea how to translate small, medium and large (I’m not proud, my brain just refuses to learn those words, I think it feels a loyalty to Dunkin Doughnuts) and you know what you can just say, small, medium or large. It all works out. No need for extra conversation.

My Starbucks rage was also increased this week because a Barista said to Anna (my 3y/o): “Is that your hair or did you just wake up?”

Umm… we woke up a long time ago, bitch. That’s just her hair.

Still I’ll always love Starbucks mostly because it goes so perfectly with a Target.