This was supposed to be an easy, carefree weekend. One of those rare weekends where spontaneity is possible because plans were not made ahead of time. We could lounge on the couch, work on our hobbies, or even do a little shopping. And, no, I'm not referring to the necessary evil of grocery shopping, but the much more enjoyable version where you get to buy things that actually make you happy. Because the oldest boy needed some pants and the youngest could use a new pair of shoes, I decided to head into the city to do some shopping at Kohl's. Of course, my decision to shop there was not quite so altruistic. Mama needed a new bathing suit! So, I pack the kids up and head into the city. The youngest picks out his shoes . The oldest tries on a few pairs of jeans and ends up with two in the basket. Did I mention we have to shop in the men's department now? That he's wearing size 29? My baby is growing up! Then it was Mom's ...
I'm just sorry our library has a strict 50 items at a time policy. At the moment I've got almost a dozen books on the go. I take comfort from the fact that I'm modeling a love of reading for my kids. That helps me feel better when my husband says "Sugar, do we have ANY clean clothes?" and I can blithely say, "No, darling, just pick last night's stuff up off the floor and wear it again. Oh, by the way, our three year old has 50 sight words now."
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