My nephew Ryan
That last Santa Mom and I made when I was a very little girl. Maybe 6 or 7. It's hard for me to have it hanging on my wall, and yet, it holds hope for me. Strength. New memories.
We were done decorating at about 8, and I was running out of things to do. I couldn't stop. I knew I couldn't. So I decided I would look online and see what kind of Black Friday deals Walmart would have. I decided at the last minute that I would indeed go shopping, and brave the insanity. I had $125 to do Christmas for my kids. I knew this was the *only* way. So I called Stacey and at about 3 am we headed to the local Walmart.
As I said, I had $125 in cash. That was going to be all I was going to spend. On the way I had to stop to get gas. I was hyped, and running my mouth on and on to Stacey, not really paying attention to my surroundings. As I opened the car door an older lady walked up and asked if I had 2 dollars. She was probably the same age as mom, and she said she just lived up the street, but she wasn't sure she had enough gas to get home and that all she has was a check, etc. So I started digging through my purse, found a 5 handed it to her and went on about putting gas in the car. In the process of all of this I found 30 bucks in the back pocket of my jeans, and an extra ten in my purse. This put my grand total of Christmas shopping money up to $160. And God is good. And God is faithful.
And to Walmart we went on.
O. M. G. First I would like to say that it isn't okay to take your three year old Black Friday shopping at 3 am. Didn't someone get trampled last year?!?! I mean, come on people. Use your brains! :) Stacey and I spent the first few minutes giving out 'Parent of the Year Awards' because the first thing we saw was a family with a newborn (which I can understand bc, really, the kid is all snuggled and sleeping in the car seat anyhow), and then a lady with two boys around 8 or 9 and a girl who looked to be about Ali's age. Wow.. Anyhow. We got there at about 3:30.
This *cart* full of toys. Oh. I got everything on my list. And then some. Okay, so I forgot the list at home, but I did get the things I had set out to get, even the box of blocks that I had to search the entire store for. I finally found them IN THE GROCERY SECTION of all places. But whatever. I was so glad to be done and I had everything we needed to give our kids a fantastic (my word of the week) Christmas. Now. Here's the really cool part. I walked in with $160. I filled this cart up and we got in line. I put everything on the thingy, knowing full well it would be over and I'd have to use my card. At that point (5 am) I didn't care. The lady rang it all up, I put it back in the buggy and she hit subtotal.
And my jaw hit the floor.
And my eyes bugged out of my head and about hit the cashier in the forehead.
Subtotal: $160.44. I giggled, looked at Stacey with this OMG look and asked her for fifty cents. Which she of course didn't have. But then I remembered that when Eric was in the hospital she had given me all of her change for the vending machines, and I had exactly 50 cents of it left. I did a happy dance all. the. way. to. the. car.
And life went on.
I took the presents to mom's house and put them in her shed. I got home at six, but I didn't get good and asleep until well after nine. I was so tired, I was shaking. There were two kids in my bed, and I just couldn't shut my mind up. But it was so good to know that Christmas is taken care of for us. Because God is good. And God is faithful. And walmart deals on Black Friday are crazy!