It occurred to me Friday, as I was asking a stock clerk at Big Lots to procure a pair of Moon Shoes (yes, those Moon Shoes) from a high shelf for my nephew, that I have become the crazy aunt who buys you the presents your parents hate.
The first clue probably should have been on this same nephew’s birthday, when I showed up with Paper Jamz, both the guitar version and the drum set. (At least I didn’t buy him an actual drum set. Although the thought has occurred to me.)
I don’t know why I’m the kind of person who thinks strapping trampolines to the feet of a hyperactive second grader is a good idea, but there you have it. I just figured he’d enjoy it.
I took Friday off, because I typically do take December 10th off when it falls on a work day. Friday was the 7th anniversary of my mom’s death from lung cancer. It would also have been her 58th birthday. So really, there’s no getting around thinking about Mom that day.
I’ve found that it’s generally best if I just avoid any situation where my inexplicably bursting into tears would be an unrecoverable social error. But I figured people burst out crying while doing Christmas shopping all the time; so no biggie there!
On the whole, it wasn’t a bad day. I got a very large portion of my Christmas shopping completed. So that was a major weight off my mind.
I bought my dog a tuxedo. Because, seriously, if ever a dog was crying out for formal wear, it’s mine.
In hindsight, I probably should have gone with a hoodie sweatshirt instead. Leaping straight into formal wear with someone who is not accustomed to even wearing underwear was probably a miscalculation roughly comparable to strapping trampolines onto kids’ feet.
P.S. Lest you think I’m the worst sister ever, I did actually call and ask permission to buy my nephew those Moon Shoes. My sister’s response was “Well, he bounces around like that anyway. Probably just save his knees some wear and tear.”