Yesterday morning I remembered I had a $30 voucher for Kohls, a department store, and I realized that it was the last day I could use it. So after we ate lunch, I took the kids with me to go shopping.
The visit started off on the wrong foot, when I started to pull into a parking spot and realized it was blocked.
The driver of this truck really disappointed me. He (or I suppose it could be she) had a perfect opportunity to take up four parking spots, and instead only used three. I'm sure next time (s)he will strive to do better!
We headed inside, where I spent quite some time picking out clothes to try on. Thankfully the big dressing room was available, and we all fit inside. But when I tried on a cute green shirt, I found myself once again wondering, When did "extra small" start meaning "medium"? This photo doesn't do the shirt justice--in fact, if it really looked like this, I might have wanted it. In real life, with both arms down, it hung on me like a nightshirt, and felt like it would fall off my nonexistent shoulders at any moment.
Unfortunately, this type of sizing tends to relegate me to the juniors department at most stores. I can sometimes find what I need, but it can be frustrating. I'm 32 and don't really feel like wearing short cut-off shorts, thank you very much.
We continued to shop, and by the time we were driving home, Zoodle was sleepy and grumpy.
(Why, Mommy? Why must you put me through the torture of shopping for non-toys?)
Chickie was okay until I told her she would need to wait until after her quiet time to have an ice cream sandwich. When her attitude went downhill and she refused to change it, I let her know (after plenty of warning) that the ice cream sandwich wasn't going to happen. She didn't take the news well.
Finally, though, we arrived home, and after some drama, both kids were in their rooms for naptime or quiet time.
And after trying on four shirts, a dress, two bathing suit tops, and three bathing suit bottoms, what did I come home with?
An electric griddle.
(And thankfully it's sized just right.)
Edited on Wednesday morning: Notice how that box is a little beat up on top? It was the last available. I opened it this morning and one of the plastic pieces is broken. So, friends, wish me the best of luck when I go to a different Kohl's today to hopefully exchange it! I'm glad there's another Kohl's nearby.