This Christmas has been perhaps the most blatant display of boring grown-up gift giving that I have experienced in my 25 years on this planet. Year after year, it seems, the older I get, the lamer my Christmas gifts become. The sad part is, although they're lame, they're gifts that I genuinely want or need.
Allow me to explain.
A couple weeks ago my Mom emailed me at work to tell me she had made a payment toward my particularly gargantuan student loan. This payment was my main Christmas gift. Womp, womp, womp. The thing was, although it wasn't something I wanted, it was something my Mom knew I needed. Thus, lame Christmas present #1.
Enter lame Christmas present #2. My family decided to do our Christmas gift exchange over Thanksgiving weekend since it would be the only time we could all be together for the holidays. I opened up my sister's pink tissue papered-box to find a blouse. Albeit a very cute Express blouse. But my younger sister bought me a blouse because I told her I needed new work clothes. Womp, womp, womp.
Shortly after my cute work blouse, I opened up a sewing kit from my Mom. To accompany the sewing machine she had gifted me for my last birthday. Womp, womp, womp.
Today, after asking Chuck and I what we wanted for Christmas, I finally told my mother-in-law what Chuck and I had discussed last night. What we really wanted, more than anything in this world, was for someone to come help us clean our house. Womp. Womp. Womp.
I don't want to seem ungrateful at all. I am so thankful to my sister, to my Mom and to my Mom-in-Law for their thoughtful gifts. Because the thing is, each one of them bought something I genuinely needed. I just wish what I needed wasn't so...adult.
I am 25, going on...75.