what's more tiring than track racing?...
...trying to shop for shoes to match a bridesmaid dress at the Mall of the Universe with a 3.5-yr old and a 2-yr old.
First, let me point out that I do not like to shop. Actually, let me re-phrase that - I do not like to shop in a mall. The only kind of shopping I like to do is online shopping...no digging through clothes to find the right size, no salespeople to bother me with "are you finding everything you're looking for?", no parking problems, no waiting in line, no high-schoolers that make me worry about having children that will turn out like them, no one asking you to try their product or take a survey, no dressing rooms with a million mirrors (one of which always shows a "bad angle" that I've never seen myself from before)...just me and the computer. And needless to say, Pete's not a shopper either.
So Pete and I normally avoid the MOA like the plague, but it couldn't be helped this time. My sister and I needed to find these shoes ASAP, so when track racing got cancelled due to rain, we agreed to meet my sister and nephews at the most overwhelming place in the Twin Cities/US?/World?. Pete was put on J-Dawg duty - not an easy assignment considering this is a 2-yr old who must touch and climb on anything and everything (and attempted to take a swim in the "wishing well" fountain).
The kids were actually pretty good considering we were dragging them through shoe store after shoe store. Although we did have to make a few pit-stops: one stop at the restroom where the Porkchop insisted that Aunt Sarah help him use the bathroom ("take my shoe off Sawah! Now put me on the toilet!!"); one stop at Lego-Land so the kids could pick up a few germs from the Legos that a million other kids had touched that day; one stop at the wishing well where the kids helped me finally get rid of all of my useless pennies; and two stops at the Rainforest Cafe (one to see the fake crocodile and creepy talking tree, and one to get a "special toy" for being good all night).
In the end, the shopping trip was a success (I thank the shopping goddesses that I don't have to go back!), and Pete and I got home in time to have a drink...or five.
First, let me point out that I do not like to shop. Actually, let me re-phrase that - I do not like to shop in a mall. The only kind of shopping I like to do is online shopping...no digging through clothes to find the right size, no salespeople to bother me with "are you finding everything you're looking for?", no parking problems, no waiting in line, no high-schoolers that make me worry about having children that will turn out like them, no one asking you to try their product or take a survey, no dressing rooms with a million mirrors (one of which always shows a "bad angle" that I've never seen myself from before)...just me and the computer. And needless to say, Pete's not a shopper either.
So Pete and I normally avoid the MOA like the plague, but it couldn't be helped this time. My sister and I needed to find these shoes ASAP, so when track racing got cancelled due to rain, we agreed to meet my sister and nephews at the most overwhelming place in the Twin Cities/US?/World?. Pete was put on J-Dawg duty - not an easy assignment considering this is a 2-yr old who must touch and climb on anything and everything (and attempted to take a swim in the "wishing well" fountain).
The kids were actually pretty good considering we were dragging them through shoe store after shoe store. Although we did have to make a few pit-stops: one stop at the restroom where the Porkchop insisted that Aunt Sarah help him use the bathroom ("take my shoe off Sawah! Now put me on the toilet!!"); one stop at Lego-Land so the kids could pick up a few germs from the Legos that a million other kids had touched that day; one stop at the wishing well where the kids helped me finally get rid of all of my useless pennies; and two stops at the Rainforest Cafe (one to see the fake crocodile and creepy talking tree, and one to get a "special toy" for being good all night).
In the end, the shopping trip was a success (I thank the shopping goddesses that I don't have to go back!), and Pete and I got home in time to have a drink...or five.
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