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Aug. 18, 2006
Mall Madness
| What is the invisible force that makes a usually sane, competant woman think it is ok to take three young boys to the mall for an afternoon of shopping? This is the question I am asking myself now as I lay on the couch recovering from our outing. I thought to myself earlier today, "we'll just go in for a little bit. I just need to find some shorts....they'll be ok." Wow, how wrong could I be. I did all the right things before we went in. I gave all the standard threats. No running, no hiding in the clothes, no asking if I will buy something...etc. Then I added the secret weapon...."if you guys can behave, we will get a pretzal from Auntie Anne's." I thought I had covered all the bases. I knew things weren't going to go well when, as we walked into Macy's, I heard a collective sigh and "not THIS store!" I guess I should give them a little credit by saying, they were not BAD. They were trying to make the best of a boring (in their eyes) situation. I guess I could chalk it up to "boys being boys". Maybe my expectations were too high. Is it too much to ask for them to follow me around in a single file line with their hands at their sides, not making any noise? Instead I got three boys darting inbetween racks of clothes, playing tag, playing hide and seek, doing ninja moves, and laughing and pointing in the bra section!
Needless to say, I never did find any shorts. I love my boys, and I don't mind taking them places with me....just not the mall when I am on a mission! If I had to be completly honest, the thought of playing tag in a department store full of clothes racks does sound kind of fun....just not in front of the kids! |
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