I decided last night that I was probably overreacting to Wal-Mart considering the time I went in and it was so horrible it was still during Christmas break. Wal-Mart is always terrible during Christmas season, what did I expect?
I packed the little boys up and braved it. Got a good parking place. Calmly entered the store. Made my return. No really awful moments.
And then I remembered why I don't go there anymore!
I won't extrapolate on all the stuff I've been saying, I'm just going to reiterate how much I hate it.
Yesterday I went to half a dozen stores and did half a dozen annoying errands and came home in a great "I conquered it!" mood.
Today I spent 45 minutes in Wal-Mart and I'm not sure my blood pressure has returned to normal yet.
My sister heard me rant about it just after I left the store. She gave me grief because I used to rant about people who ranted about Wal-Mart.
I can't make myself be the person I was two years ago, I guess. Because I've given in the the dark side.
Sis said she'd buy my coffee for me to keep my blood pressure low.