… it absolutely buckets down. I feel like I’m a cartoon character walking around with a rain cloud over my head. Who was that? Was it someone in Charlie Brown? Anyway, I must tell you about what has happened in the last 36 hours.
For several weeks I have been planning to take the three kids and travel with my mom to a place north of San Francisco, quite a distance from where we live. (I’m trying to be vague enough that some weirdo can’t figure out where I live by random bits of information I might post.) A long time friend of mine has a little girl that turned four and we were invited to the party, which was today. Mom and I decided to go on Friday and do some shopping at an outlet mall somewhat nearby. I’ve been mentally preparing myself for the trip and how to occupy the three kids and keep them happy during shopping as well.
The trip itself was a lot longer than we would have liked, what with potty stops and everything. But we arrived at the hotel where my mom was wise enough to have reserved two connecting rooms so we would have more room. And thanks to the hospitality of the Marriott hotels we enjoyed our rooms. Of course we had no idea we’d be spending quite so much time inside the rooms as we did.
The girls did not have naps, although I desperately tried to get them to sleep. After I realised that they weren’t going to sleep, I decided we’d go ahead and do some shopping, have an early dinner and get them to bed. We first went to Osh Kosh and despite the 50% off sale and my additional coupon stuff was still too expensive for my taste. Then we went to Carter’s where I find quite a few things for Little Boy and so that was successful. I wanted to get a super cute pink dress for Precious, but my mom reminded me that I already said she didn’t need anything, including dresses. So I passed.
Next stop was Stride Rite. Now, I’m not normally one to buy expensive shoes for small people who grow at the rate of weeds. What’s the point? But it turns out that my second daughter has very wide feet. I have tried to find sneakers for her and gum boots and all kinds of shoes but with no luck. Because of her wide foot she didn’t start wearing shoes until the autumn after she started walking, which was just earlier this year (in New Zealand, where autumn begins in March). We had a pair of sandals that were handed down to us with barely any wear and Precious wore them just a few times and I saved them for Cutie. Knowing that we were moving to America, I just kept her sandals and eventually she wore them with socks when it started getting cold.
When we arrived here in America I took her to Target to try to find some sneakers and couldn’t find anything that fit. We tried Payless Shoes and that didn’t work either. Everyone kept saying that her feet were really wide. So I sucked it up and decided to go to Stride Rite.
So, we’re in Stride Rite and Precious is showing me all the pink sparkly shoes that she likes, none of which are on sale, and Cutie is running around the store, singing and carrying on, rejoicing in the no-sleep day. Little Boy is starting to get worked up because he’s tired, too. Finally I looked at my mom and told her to forget it, I’ll have to try to take the kids one at a time to get shoes when we’re at home. When that would happen I have no idea, but I just didn’t have the emotional energy to take it. I realise it sounds like I’m a wimp, but after the few days I’d had (read previous post) and the long trip, I just couldn’t take it. Mom told me to take Little Boy outside and she’d take care of it.
I escaped as quickly as I could and went looking at some other shops. When I came back, Mom was paying for the shoes and the girls were happily playing, new shoes in place on their feet. And they were only $20 a pair! I realise that’s a lot of money. I know. But they’re regularly nearly $40 and that’s kind of what I was expecting to pay.
Let’s pray that the new sneakers last until spring. If I should only be so lucky.
***I was just about to finish this post and publish it when I realised that I didn’t tell the rest of the story! Buying shoes wasn’t the horrible thing that I was going to write about. I got carried away. I’ll write another post.