Dear Public

Dear Guy in the track suit,
I would have gladly held the door for you if you had not cut in front of my husband who was pushing my three month old baby, totally checking the cart she was in on your way out. Because you assumed I was doing you a courtesy and decided to show us none, I had to let go of the door in your face. Thanks for flipping me off on your way out though. Merry Christmas to you too.

Dear HEAP office,
The $40 you offered us to pay our utility bill while we have no income wouldn’t really be worth the twenty minutes it takes me to drive to your office every month. And no, sorry I can’t quiet my daughter down, SHE’S PROBABLY COLD.

Dear Mall Santa,
Please don’t hack up a lung while holding my baby. I guess this is partly my fault. Tom and I debated on whether or not to bring her to see you because of the germs. But your obvious sickness really made us regret our decision. Just a piece of advice, next time bring a tissue and cover your mouth.

Oh and after all the trying to cheer Tom up, I go to the mall with my mom and Lil’ Sis and instantly get depressed. I have to constantly tell them Tom and I don’t need anything and helplessly watch as my sixteen year old sister purchases things for my daughter that I can no longer afford. I was pretty much a Sad Sally when I got back home to Tom and Isabella. Tom did the cheering up this time by making me dinner, pouring me a drink, putting in a Christmas movie, and helping me wrap the measly amount of presents we actually have for people. He also danced me and my daughter around anytime a recognizable song came on the movie.
He really surprises me sometimes.