My hatred of all things glitter

I think my hatred of glitter began when my mom starting working at a local gift shop.  During Christmas time this store received hundreds of ornaments.  From the time these ornaments were unloaded until the after Christmas sale glitter was everywhere.  (This began when I was home from college, and has not ended.)  Glitter was on tabletops and all over the floor.  Worst of all, glitter was on my mom's face.  All.  The.  Time.  

Now, glitter isn't something you can just brush off.  No, you have to get in the shower, or find some industrial strength tape to remove it from your skin.  I hated always seeing glitter sparkle on my mom's face.  Don't know why, but I do.  And, it wasn't just her face.  It's like a contagious disease.  She brought it home from work and got on everyone who set foot in the house.  Now, it is Christmastime again.  Though I don't see my mom everyday, I know there's glitter on her face.  

And, then, I have friends.  Nice, but, these friends send me Christmas cards covered in glitter.  I know they just like the cards.  Maybe they like glitter.  I'm sure after some of my family and friends read this, they will deliberately sent my glitter cards next year.  But, I digress.  As I open the Christmas card and see the specks of glitter trickle out of the envelope I shift into glitter mode.  I grab the card with my two longest fingernails, open the card to see who it's from, and then place it in the cardholder.  I wipe the glitter from my tabletop and wash my hands.  

It's like a form of torture for me.  Really, just cover me in glitter and I will hate my life.  Cover my children in glitter, and I might consider putting them up for adoption.  

Although it's not a problem now, I'm sure it will be in the future.  I have a daughter.  She is almost one and half.  I'm not stupid.  I've seen the shoes, clothes, and floor of the Disney store.  Glitter is going to happen.  My daughter will want some dress up costume, or shirt, or skirt, or shoes that are covered in glitter.  And, because I love her to death I will probably get them for her and hate my life.  Or, I will pat myself on the back congratulating myself and narrowly missing that one glitter trap.  

For now, I just dread the Christmas cards and their tiny flecks of glitter that stick to every surface in my house.  And, now I won't post a picture of my glitter cards. I don't want to call anyone out.  More importantly, I don't want to have to touch the cards and get glitter on my hands and face.