It all started with the perfect pair of jeans. I needed...I wanted...I nice pair of jeans that made me look less like a mom and more like someone my husband would like to be seen with. Only in order to have this pair of jeans, you have to hem them to wear with heals, very high heals. Mom’s don’t wear heals because they don’t work well for chasing down your little ones in Target or climbing ladders at the playground. But, I justify to myself that I can wear heals when it is date night or for Sunday morning church even.
That is just what I did on Sunday. My perfect jeans and a pair of cute heals and off to church we went. Then I had the brilliant idea that Molly and I would run errands after church. But, it seems that life doesn’t ever work out as simply when you include a 4 year old. Everything takes longer…”Mom can’t we look at these toys for just one more minute?” So what was going to be a quick stop at Costco on our way to the Mall of America, turned into an hour detour.
At this point, I questioned whether or not we really needed the fancy dress Molly wanted for Christmas that was only on sale for 5 more hours. She begged me to get the dress. I have to say yes to the dress when she asks so sweet. So off we go. But after a confusing conversation about Hippos, I missed my exit and had to take the long way around. About 10 minutes from the MOA, Molly announces that she has to go potty RIGHT NOW. I drove in a panic. I mean, the MOA on a Sunday after Nebraska plays at the UofM and the Packers play in a few hours. I should have no trouble finding a parking spot, right?
Once again, the power of prayer…we got all green lights, flew into the parking ramp outside of Nordstrom and found a spot up front in record time. Then we started to run. Only, there I am in the perfect jeans that require heals. A mom can’t run in heals, at least not one who spends her days on playground duty. Half way into Nordstrom, just at the escalators, Molly screams out…You are too late! She starts sobbing. I look behind us to see a trail of urine droplets making a path, like breadcrumbs in the forest. At this moment I should have abandoned the shoes and made a mad dash for the car. But no, I continue to click along pretending all is fine. We dash into the bathroom. I promise Molly an entire new outfit if she will only stop crying. I stuff the soaked leggings, underwear and socks into my purse (yuck). And, we walk out of the bathroom like this was totally planned. I remind my daughter that her dress is no long enough for exploring. She must remain upright at all times! Off we walk to the store.
We purchase her the Christmas dress, a $20 package of underwear, $20 pair of tights and a $30 dress to wear home. What should have been a $40 Christmas outfit, turned into much more. We walked out of the dressing room looking like $100. Then we walked out to our car with our head held high, feeling pretty beautiful. I learned two lessons…1) the $11 online shipping fee wasn’t so bad in the end; and, 2) sometimes fashion just isn’t worth the hassel.
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