Alternately titled: I need a break.
In the past two weeks we’ve had the boys birthday (twice) a big Italian feast at my Mom’s when my sister and her husband were in town, and of course, Thanksgiving. I worked 9 days, overnight, during that time. Much of that time was spent getting ready for everyones favorite shopping day of the year: Black Friday. Very little of my time at home was spent sleeping, I averaged less than 4 hours a day. To say I am exhausted is an understatement.
But, you’ve got to push through it. Tis the season and all.
For those in the retail game, this is IT. The planning and coordinating and detail that goes into making the first minutes of this one day go well is painstaking. It’s exciting and fun and crazy and something you just have to take a moment to just stand back and watch with a little bit of awe. It’s something you can’t fully appreciate unless you’re in retail. Yesterday I knew I was going to have to skip that moment. The clock was ticking down and I knew if I didn’t get out of the building before the doors opened I was going to be stuck for about 10 minutes while everyone shuffled in. I snuck out to my car and thought I’d watch from there.
Once settled in my front seat I looked at my phone to see a frantic message from my husband- Judah burned through the milk, when will you be home? I needed to get home but I wanted to see the stampede, I left with just minutes to go. The Team was rallying inside, spirits were up, they were ready. Seriously, for 4am on a cold winter’s day you’ve never seen a group of people so happy to be somewhere- especially knowing the long hard day of work they all had ahead of them. I do miss that.
I didn’t stay long enough to watch the chaos but from what I can tell the line was long and people were ready. The people that line up in temps in the single digits deserve those deals. The guy who was in line at 9:45pm for a TV? He deserves to get that price. People who mosey into the parking lot 10 minutes after the store opens and complain that the doorbusters are gone and “They have an inkling that they didn’t have very many of them to begin with!”. Well, they must not know the meaning of the word “doorbuster” and they probably should have spent Black Friday at home snug in their beds.
So, Black Friday is done almost as quickly as it started. Yogi Dad’s Birthday is today. Last night we took a much needed break and went up to Mac’s to have a beer or two. Surly Darkness has been on my list since the tweet came across my feed a few weeks ago and I was craving an Imperial Stout in a big way. Minutes before we walked out the door I stood in my house that looked like a tornado had gone through, my kids all in some state of frantic wailing and said “I can’t go”.
Mom meltdown in 3-2-1…
It had all caught up to me in that moment. I was tired. So tired I could barely prop my eyes open. I was so stressed I couldn’t even think straight to find something to wear out so I didn’t look like a total schlub at the bar. I was so in tune with Judah’s need to eat in 25 minutes but I was freaked at the thought of wasting yet another bag of pumped milk which I knew I probably wasn’t going to be able to replace over the next day.
Yogi Dad left to put air in my Mom’s tires (she was there to watch the boys) and pick up McDonald’s for them. I know- Mom of the Year here. It was a good stall. The few minutes he was gone were just what I needed to get my brain functioning and back on track. This wasn’t just for me, it was for my husband too- we both needed a break and it was his Birthday after all. Who cares what I look like- we’re going to Mac’s. To drink beer and probably eat a sandwich, it’s not a night out at La Bell Vie.
Off we went, before I changed my mind again. The stout was good, the bbq sandwich was amazing as always and about an hour and a half later I arrived home, relaxed. We put the boys to bed and were both asleep by 10.
Another Black Friday. Over and gone.
As long as nothing comes up between now and Christmas, I think I can stay a little bit sane.
*photo from Google images