I'm not talking about John!
Annika and I went to the mall to pick up her portraits from JC Penney. The mall is 30 or so minutes away and involves several highway transfers and the stuff there costs money, so I don't go often. In fact, this is only the second time. As Hillsboro only has Target, Ross, Old Navy, etc. I don't buy new clothes very often, which I've been needing to do.
So, we head out, which is hard because Annika's naps are relatively predictable, but not completely. And, outings are hard because the block of time needed between meals, diaper changes or naps doesn't leave much. But, I was intrepid, and we left.
I hate the mall. I hate department stores. I hate maneuvering (sp?) a stroller between the racks of ugly, non-fitting clothes. I hate the small dressing rooms. I hate the size 4s and under. I hated today, the large (very large) woman who came out of the dressing room with app. 3 billion shirts and skirts and pants and hot fudge sundays and golden eggs, beaming and loudly telling her friend how wonderful it is to find just the right stuff on 75% sales. Humph. I couldn't find anything that I even liked enough to bother trying on, and the few things I tried were so pathetic and small and armfat showing, that I left defeated without so much as a silver yolk.
So, I bought candy. That'll show 'em.
Anyway, Annika had been expressing her true feelings about our outing for some time at this point, (I like to think she was sneering at the golden egg lady) so we finally went home with nothing to show for our labors except our portraits and some candy and some self-loathing. (the candy)
Again, 30 minutes home. Annika is asleep, I bring her in to put her down for a real nap. I'm desperate to sit and veg(?) and eat my candy. But, I have to change Annika. Her diaper is really wet, so she's already peed. And, she's not a boy. So it didn't occur to me to move everything within 3 feet (yes, 3 feet) in front of her. How does a lying down little girl spout urine like that? 2 feet in the air, 3 feet out. And all the stuff that stayed on the changing pad with her, soaking everything there. She peed on the basket of clean diapers. And the wipes. And the bum cream. And the everything!!!!! Quick bath. Nap whether she wants on or not. Now, I'm going to eat lots of candy. Then I'll go shopping again and everything will fit.
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Exactly. I have a little thing that says, "it's hard to be optimistic when your fat pants are tight" and when your fat pants are tight, what do you do? Console yourself with junk food, and then comes the self-loathing and even tighter fat pant. Errrrrrrrrr! I enjoyed your blog today. Annika can pee on her diapers and use them, too, is what I say. Whether this is really true, I don't know.
I enjoyed your blog today, I agree with moo. But I don't know whether Annika could pee on her diapers and still use them. How did that one work anyway, did they have to be thrown out?
Sorry about your little squirt(pun intended)! I hope you finally got some good junk-food eating relaxation time! Isaac and I are slowly but surely getting better. We hope to see you two soon!
Yay! Even this far away, Annika and Sarah are doing everything together. (Around here, we're fond of saying that girls can write their names in the snow too...it's just a much more athletic endeavor.) Our little girl has always been good at distance and height. Gosh, we're proud of her. Wary, but proud.
Anyway, the amount of walking you did around the mall cancels out the candy, doesn't it? Would love to be there to share the mall walk and the goodies.
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