My feet hurt. From shopping. 3 hours. At the outlets. With a reminder every 30 minutes from Hayden: "After this store, can we go home?" "Is this the last pwace, Mom?" Ice cream bribery was a given to get us through this marathon of shopping.
It's upon us. Back to school shopping. This year, since my kids are buying most of their own clothes, it's been a whole new ball game, endless walking to find just the right bargain. We're choosing much more carefully. It has to be just the perfect thing. Each girl definitely has their own style.
Yesterday, I hollared up the stairs, wondering, after I hadn't heard much racket from the kids:
"Girls...what are you doing up there?"
Yesterday, I hollared up the stairs, wondering, after I hadn't heard much racket from the kids:
"Girls...what are you doing up there?"
(And yes, I am too lazy to climb the stairs to find out without yelling. That's why I was blessed with such strong vocal cords).
"We're laying out all our different outfits for school and mixing up all the different options we can come up with!"
Duh, as if!
Remember that? How excited you felt about looking SO cute on the first day of school. The excitement over, say, even a new binder, so pristine and new? Now I'm excited when I put on something without food on it...some stain-free shirt I can find! How the winds of time change perspective. I can see past the first day of school to the 2nd week of school...homework. But I'm not one to burst a bubble. They'll figure it out soon enough.
Shopping, now, is like describing the personalities of each child. Lindsay found an argile sweater that she told me she was going to wear for picture day...(whenever that is?!). Linds is so much more dressed down than Mal. Mal is more feminine and girly. She likes jewelry and long necklaces. Lindsay wants 10 pairs of sneakers, all different kinds, from Converse, to Vans, to PUMA soccer shoes, to ASICS running shoes. Mal can't wait to be able to wear flip flops...shoes with no backing. Lindsay will have to wait for high school for that. Hayden, it's all about warm fleece jackets and camo back packs. (ie camoflauge). You'd think we lived in Alaska for how often Hayden wants to wear a jacket. He definitely doesn't tolerate the heat too well!
Shopping, now, is like describing the personalities of each child. Lindsay found an argile sweater that she told me she was going to wear for picture day...(whenever that is?!). Linds is so much more dressed down than Mal. Mal is more feminine and girly. She likes jewelry and long necklaces. Lindsay wants 10 pairs of sneakers, all different kinds, from Converse, to Vans, to PUMA soccer shoes, to ASICS running shoes. Mal can't wait to be able to wear flip flops...shoes with no backing. Lindsay will have to wait for high school for that. Hayden, it's all about warm fleece jackets and camo back packs. (ie camoflauge). You'd think we lived in Alaska for how often Hayden wants to wear a jacket. He definitely doesn't tolerate the heat too well!
It was a fun day. 2 weeks and counting. Summer gets shorter every year and the school days get longer. We're embracing it all. Let's hope the teacher lists are as exciting as all our finds, today. Either way, we'll shine up those apples for the first day of school.
4 comments:
I so relate to this: "...Now I'm excited when I put on something without food on it...some stain-free shirt I can find! How the winds of time change perspective..."
And I love your new template. I chose the same one for my personal blog a few weeks ago. :)
Just got home from doing the same thing. Thought about posting it but I think I'm too wiped out. Mine was slightly more dramatic than yours, but fun! Love having girls!!!!
Wow, does this bring back memories! Marathons, indeed! But it is a ritual that must be repeated, and I still remember my own days of laying out my own new outfits for school after all these years! Girls will be girls. It's just in the genes.
Too fun!
Do you remember the Esprit Outlet in SF? That was my very favorite school clothes shopping destination. Your post brought back good memories!
Now, why can't our parent's take us 'work' clothes shopping?!?
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