A Caddy!

For Christmas yesterday, I got a shower caddy. Not only a caddy, but a stainless steel one. If you don’t know why this excites me so, you must not have need of such an item. The shower in our house is just that -  a shower. There’s no tub, so there’s nothing to set anything on in there, there’s barely enough room to stand in there. So we purchased a shower caddy, and after it’s been in there for a while, it started to rust. And since it’s been in there for a year+ now, the thing was rusting to heck. All of my research tells me that a stainless steel one will never rust, so I want one of those. I’ve been wanting to get a stainless steel one for a little while now, but just haven’t gotten around to it. Luckily, Santa brought us one, yay!

As soon as I got home, and put everything away, I got to work setting it up. I needed some help with it naturally, but finally got it going.

This is me, setting it up. I was so psyched about it. It had one less shelf than the previous caddy, but I solved that problem by not having as many shampoos in there as I usually do. And when it was done, I almost shed a tear of happiness.

Ta-daaaa! I am so happy for this. And I hope it never rusts.

The manner of giving is worth more than the gift

Merry Christmas, readers!
Ok, now that that's out of the way, we can continue. Christmas is a funny time. Months of stressing and planning for one (maybe two, if you count Christmas Eve) day of joy. And I don't know about you, but I stress. From the beginning of November until Christmas, I stress about what to get people, and I hope I get them enough, and I hope that they like what I get them, and that everything works out. Why do we worry so? We're giving someone a gift! Something, for free, that they otherwise wouldn't have, or would have to buy it for themselves. Just the fact that someone took time out of their lives to buy you something should be happiness enough, but oh, no. Some people hate what they get (I'll admit, I have been in this position before, I am ashamed to say) So because of this, I always panic that they'll hate the gift.
This Christmas was the same. I might have even overdone the gifts this year, trying to get people what they wanted, but you know, I don't care. Even though this time of year isn't supposed to be about presents, I love to give them. When someone opens the present you gave them, and you can see in their face that it's something they love, I love the feeling I get from that. It's such a relief, like all my hard work was good, and I did a good thing.
I think this year was a good one. I loved everything I got, and I think I picked good things for people to have. And if I didn't, meh. I always have next year to correct this. One of my favorite holiday quotes is: "As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December's bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same." And its true-I had no issues battling lines this year, to give those closest to me a smile on Christmas. And I hope I did!