I’m tired. Are you tired? You know what I’m most tired of? Thinking about toys.
As if we don’t have enough toys in our house already, we have 2 birthdays and Christmas in our house all within 41 days of each other. So, that equals a LOT of toys.
And, the worst part of it all? Is that I stress about toys like my children are deprived or something. They are so NOT deprived that it is ridiculous. Yet, Christmas stresses me out so much when it comes to making sure my children are happy on Christmas morning. I don’t go overboard, but I make sure that the one thing they want from Santa is always there.
The funny thing is, is that I don’t really know where this fear comes from. The fear of disappointment. My mom claims there was one year I, (or maybe it was my sister), exclaimed in disappointment that some doll wasn’t as big as it was on TV. But, honestly, I don’t have a single childhood memory of disappointment. And, money was definitely scarce growing up some years, but my parents always found a way to make us happy on Christmas.
Yet, somehow, I stress over toys like my children are living in Africa and playing with a rock and a stick everyday. (Have you seen the movie, Babies? Fascinating.)
So, this year, my seven year old told me that she wanted another baby doll. I’m not sure why this suddenly became the fixation. She’s seven. She literally NEVER plays with baby dolls.
Except when friends are over, and then she only has the one, and I guess there is some arguing over the baby doll (although I’ve never actually witnessed this either so I have my doubts). When I pointed this out, she explained that her current baby doll isn’t good enough because she wants one where she can really change the diapers and have a changing table, and a crib. WHAT? We have a real life changing table and crib….and even a real life kid she could change the diapers for if she wanted. Now I have to own fake ones too?
I was all set to buy her the baby doll and accessories to go with it when she suddenly brought up American Girl dolls. Which, although ridiculously overpriced, did seem more age appropriate. When I really questioned her about which one she wanted more, she had good reasons for wanting both.
So, I decided on the Our Generation doll (knock off AG doll from Target) instead of the baby doll. We found one that looked like my daughter which is kind of the point I guess? Although somewhat creepy too. I tried to purchase it only to realize that that particular doll only sold on ebay by evil people who like to take advantage of parents like myself apparently. Who are these people that have all the brand new dolls in packaging waiting to rip off people like me?
So, what to do? After consulting with my sister, I decided that the Our Generation doll was the better choice than the baby (because it is more age appropriate), even if we couldn’t find one to look like her. So, I had settled on plan B doll. The problem was, I waited a few days to actually sit down and make the online purchase. When I finally did, it was gone online. And, of course did not actually exist in a Target store.
Kill. me. now.
So, yesterday, my husband and I moved on to plan C doll, or plan D if you count the fact that we’re already buying the knock off doll, and just bought a doll in the chance we couldn’t find either of the other dolls between now and Christmas. Is your head spinning yet?
I was feeling pretty good until she saw Santa on Saturday at the church christmas brunch and told him that she wanted babies for Christmas. No big girl dolls were mentioned. Sigh.
So, tonight on the way home from somewhere, I found myself sitting next to her in the back seat and I tried to casually talk up the big girl dolls, “…but they come with books, and clothes you can change….” I said trying to convince her. “Yeah, but I really want a baby that moves, and does stuff”, she replies. “At Costco, they had a baby changing table too.” she said.
I replied, “Does Santa shop at Costco?”
She smiled, unsure.
“Well, I’m sure maybe he has to sometimes…” I reply before she started thinking too much.
And, all the while, I’m thinking to myself, “I have to return that Plan D doll tomorrow and get a freaking baby doll and shop for baby furniture to add to the mounds of toys that are already overcrowding my tiny house. Crap.” Stuff like this is how the true meaning of Christmas gets lost. Seriously.
I mean, the two year old played with a tiny, empty box for over an hour in church today.
The truth is, as much as Santa tries to get the right thing so everything is JUST perfect on Christmas morning, he still has to make a last minute trip to exchange something, or move on to Plan F to get it done. F as in….You’re freaking kidding me, right?
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