Christmas is Hard

In the last 6 hours since I left work, I've been to 6 different stores.  I bought about a dozen different presents - though I'm still not done.  I stood in a line at least 3 people deep at every store.  I sat in traffic going to the stores and leaving them.  I argued with the people walking through the parking lot who didn't at least wave to thank me for not running them over - in the confines of my car of course.  I yelled at the dude behind me that was so angry that I didn't let him cut me off, that he decided to flash his high beams at me - also in the confines of my own car.  I sat in a local BBQ joint ate a delicious dinner, while about half the restaurant lip synced or whistled or outright sang to Glory Days because it's an awesome song and it was playing over the speaker. 

I made vanilla.  I decorated 9 mason jars full of Cinnamon Sugar Coated Pecans for work tomorrow.  I teared up at a Toys R'Us commercial and the ending of last night's NCIS.  And painted my nails - horribly, as per usual.  

And this is just today. Wrapping still hasn't even begun and Shopping hasn't even finished.

So, like I said, Christmas is Hard...