Kill me now. I never thought Christmas shopping can get so close to a nightmare when you have a baby with you. I swear I got to the point when I thought nothing is appropriate as a gift cause my brain stopped. Ruby wants to grab everything off the shelves, she developed this horrible habit of screaming her head off if she don’t like something and on top of it all I really need to remember that time flies and she needs to eat.
My stupid stroller has such a small basket I can’t fit anything in there so I feel like a Christmas tree every time I go out. Well, this was nothing compared to yesterday.
I hate crowded places since I can remember (even more since I started working where I do). I hate people going shopping for Christmas presents. They never know what they want.

They run around like headless chickens trying to find a bargain everywhere,

getting annoyed with prices, sizes and not being able to decide if orange is the new black or beige is the colour suited for that mother in law; if the cousin will love that shitty phone case you pay a fortune for because it is advertised properly (they are all cheap stuff made in China – only the tag differs).
When you pushing a stroller and you have no idea what you want to get or what you’re doing around these people, things get complicated. I mean NASA complicated. Cause this is how babies are. They are not simple machinery you can control. Oh no. You could do that when they were newborns but as time goes by they will manipulate you and annoy you and drive you crazy feeling like a day at the loony house is a piece of cake. I should have ordered it all online. The trouble is I am not a big fan of this sport. Things are not always as they look on your screen or the way you imagine them. So you have to be prepared for returns, refunds and new checkouts. I have no patience for this. I have never been so good at buying presents. A fragrance, a top or a pen is normally something I would offer. I could never have original ideas that would blow your mind.

I am not a romantic at all, I am close to a potato when it comes to this and I never think Christmas shopping from July

Having ruby with me yesterday made things so much harder than usual. She pulled tops off the hangers, almost jumped off the stroller in Disney store as she seen Minnie Mouse, she started screaming as she got hungry, she pulled Timon (the Lion Ling character) when she seen it probably imagining it singing Hakuna matata. I swear she wanted to proper grab it and she couldn’t. She was laughing at it so I had to buy it. It did calm her down as she started chewing on his tale but all this craziness went on and on for about three hours. I couldn’t wait to get back home and put her in bed to sleep. No more chances of her sleeping in the stroller lately. She needs to see everything and everyone. I wanted to grab a coffee and catch my breath so I stopped in a Starbucks. She likes the place as it’s child friendly and she can sit on the sofa and play. So I took a breath and calmed down, rewrote a list in my head for the hundredth time and I watched her suck the tags of her toys and enjoying every second.  It was so beautiful. At least for twenty minutes.

There came the time to get her dressed for outside and so the peace and quiet I had went down the drain. She literally hates getting dressed. She is screaming, crying and fighting me as much as she can. Try put her in the stroller after this and you are in for a proper mission. I am already dreading next Christmas when she will walk and talk and most probably drive me insane.

Welcome to mummy hood dear me. Welcome to tantrum time, hours of wine craving, tons of coffee and nerves stretched to the max. Lovely times while my baby laughs in my face  and refuses to listen to me cause she thinks it’s hilarious.