Friday I went with my kids, my girlfriend and her children on a mission to finish school shopping. Next year I am going to hire someone to do it for me. It was a madhouse. Everyone and their grandmother, as well as their cousin’s brother’s uncle’s wife was out to do the same thing. I was able to accomplish most of the things on my list but I’m telling you, it was a three Valium day. There is nothing quite as lovely as standing in a dressing/restroom in a consignment shop, with two children who dress slower than the tortoise that is buddies with the hare.
Oh, and then there is that lovely aspect of the child (Meelie No) I sometimes refer to as “OHMIGAWDDOYOUTHINKIAMSTANDINGHEREFORMYHEALTH?” She has to check out every single item she puts on, looking at each angle to make sure it portrays her to be the angel she believes she is. What one must remember when dealing with this oh-so-strong willed (she gets it from her father) child is that her life is all about pink. If it has pink in it, chances are she will love it. It took me way too long to figure that out.
And then we have the Preteen Princess (Priss?) Chickie. “Too frilly. Mother (she always calls me that when she is disgusted with something I have done/said/am wearing/am doing), I cannot BELIEVE you are even showing that to me, it has PINK on it. I am so over pink. I so have to shave my legs tonight. I haven’t shaved in like, 2 DAYS and I cannot wear shorts/skort if my legs are hairy.”
Is it any wonder that I am in a constant state of confusion?
We ended up making it safely home, despite scratch on the left hand rear driver’s side that some jerk gave me as a present in the parking lot. We didn’t have to pull out the canoes or tread water (God waved his arms and the sea parted) even though we drove through the middle of a torrential downpour. I was more than certain we were going to be blown off the bridge. Our children survived despite the fact that we only fed them lunch and ice cream (“I do not care about the children of China. I am starving and I live in the United States.”)
When all is said and done, I may be locked in a padded room with nothing but my oh-so-comfy underwear on, but my children will be the best dressed for the first day of school. Oh, and their backpacks? Totally awesome. One is pink and the other is black. Can you guess which backpack goes to whom?
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While not in to shopping for school clothes, I love, love, love the school supplies...
{{sigh}}
; )
Posted by: Christina at August 2, 2005 07:21 PM
Here in Texas, we have a state sales-tax-free weekend for back-to-school. Our wee one is too young for the classroom, but we're not too proud to do a little shopping for ourselves to save a few bucks! Despite the nattering herds of freaky teens and their extended families!
Posted by: Texas T-bone at August 3, 2005 12:39 AM
That Christina...ain't right...is she?
Posted by: Yabu at August 3, 2005 01:03 AM
I'm glad my wee ones are still too wee for school supply shopping. But, as I am going back to work as a preschool teacher this year, I will be going school supply shopping this week. Eek.
Posted by: mrsrum at August 3, 2005 10:52 AM
Moogie, I feel sorry for ya, thank god I don't need to do any of that. I'm bad enough when I shop for myself which is a RARE occurance when it comes to clothes I got enough to do me lol.
Hmm 3 Valium, get the kids version and feed it to them both.. Save your valium stocks now... you'll need 'em for later ;) just kidding Mellie No and Chickie :P
Posted by: Gopher at August 3, 2005 03:56 PM
Just wait for the "dating" years.
Full-Bottle-Valium days every one. (You'll want to kill yourself.) ;-)
Posted by: WitNit at August 3, 2005 03:58 PM