Originally posted Mar. 28th, 2010 at 11:00 PM Livejournal
In an ideal world my Sundays would be filled with a blessed morning service or breakfast in P.J.’s with the fam, leisurely newspaper reading, and the rest of the day would be filled with gardening and playing with the kids in the yard. Today, it rained. There was no church on the menu, I totally forgot to pick up the Post and well… it rained. I spent the day yelling at my kids to behave, pulling my hair out, listening to my sister yell at her kid to behave, and tackling the mall for some summer sales. Much to my dismay, my eldest child has not one pair of shorts that fit. Since we live in the Midwest, this realization snuck up on me. It could be 65 degrees and sunny one day and by the time you put it on your to-do list to pull out warm weather items it is snowing. It is supposed to be in the high 70’s this week so it will most likely be in the 90’s. I can’t have my children sweating simply because their birthdays fall right near Christmas and their scatterbrain Mom forgot to shop.
Ahhh… the mall. Hate is one of my favorite words to use when describing the mall. Although people watching is one of the best pastimes in existence, I prefer to avoid this cursed place and today (lucky me) I had my monsters in tow. Sunday at the mall with two kids who think you are invisible is bested only by repeatedly putting cigarettes out in your eyes. Unfortunately I needed a few items that warranted a trip to such a place. So, armed with a stack of coupons, my loving children, my wonderful sister, and her adorable time bomb we ventured out to the place I would later resent for choosing. The mall.
Not just any mall was chosen for this adventure but the brand new one in a lower rent district of town which contains ordinary stores, outlet locations, plenty of cheapy kiosks, and very few choices for refreshment. The people there are gems. A few of them I found noteworthy. To the woman who weighs 400lbs: your two year old does not need the largest ice cream cone money will buy. It seems this may just perpetuate the cycle. Please make better choices for those whom you are responsible for. To the beautiful family of nine with the triple stroller: please walk to one side or the other of the 20ft walkway. It seems that there would be plenty of room for all of us to make our way by you if you would only learn to share. And to the man rapping loudly along with your IPod: did you not notice with your eyes, since I see your ears are fully out of commission, that you were not alone? I would love to embrace your love of music and its artistic finery if only it were not laden with foul language. My bitches are cool with it but if I have to explain the fucking of your bitches and the capping of your asses to my five year old I might have a small problem with it. By the way, I was not the only person to be accompanied by their children today. Thank you.
So shorts were purchased, 15% off the already 50% off sale price and we are all happy. For now.
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