I got some Christmas shopping done.
I hope I'm done shopping, but it depends on this fucking pandemic.
The thought of canceling our trip for Christmas breaks my heart.
And the thought of flying to another state causes me great anxiety.
I've never had flying anxiety, but as they say, "these are unprecedented times."
Anyway, if we don't go, I'll need to get more gifts for the big kids because our trip out was a gift for all of us.
I am incredibly grateful that I can afford to travel, afford to buy gifts for my loved ones, get to make these decisions, that my kids want to spend time with us, that I am healthy, that I can breathe, that I have a roof over my head, and so much more.
Still, this shit is hard.