Believe it or not, I’m not going to write about the upcoming Christmas holiday! I just returned from a writer’s retreat with three fabulous women. We ate (thanks, Susan), we drank (thanks, Laura B.), and we laughed (thanks, Laura A.). And we got some writing done.
I have to admit, I’m in a bit of a slump. Coming off my year-and-a-half break from fiction, I can’t seem to find my stride. But…I did get some words written, and more importantly, I had a great time with friends I hadn’t seen in way too long. Life’s about relationships, and I’m glad we took the time to spend together.
So here’s to making time with friends and catching your breath before the holiday madness. And to seventy degrees in December!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all!
I did one of my least favorite things today. I went the mall with my daughter. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE spending time with my daughter, but the mall…
My daughter is thirteen, she knows Santa lives in her very own home, and she loves to shop. This year, thanks to the fabulous suggestion of my good friend Susan Sands, my daughter has been given a dollar amount and she is buying all of her own Christmas gifts.
I know this doesn’t sound very festive. When Susan first told me she and her husband decided to do this with their three kids last year, I was skeptical. Buy their own gifts? Wrap things they’ve picked out? And then I spent a frustrating season buying and returning all the things she apparently didn’t want.
I’m telling you, this is genius!
So, we went to the mall and while she flittered in and out of the dressing room, I spent my time doing what all writers do: I people-watched. I was amazed at how many men were shopping with their wives/girlfriends/partners/whatever. Whole families were trudging through the stores, clogging the aisles, and waiting in line. Whole families!
Maybe it’s just me, but the LAST person I’d ever drag to the mall is my husband. He hates shopping. He’d rather peel his skin off than spend an afternoon with me at the mall. And the kids? Let’s be honest, who wants their husband/boyfriend/partner/whatever with them when they shop? I mean, really? My husband would tell me something looked good just to make me hurry up. He’d fall asleep in one of those chairs they provide for men. Hell, he’d probably drive off and leave me there—and I’d be happy.
And remember, I don’t like to shop!
So what about you, Women Unplugged? Do you want your man around when you shop? Your family? Let me know…
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