My husband was gone for 2 days on business. This is unusual for him. He has had to travel for his job one other time in the almost 3 years that he has worked there. I'm not used to it.
Not at all.
I though that since it was only two days I could handle it just fine. And I thought I would try to make up for the fact that he was gone by doing something fun. So we went Easter dress shopping. I have never taken my girls with me before. I usually buy the dresses after Easter when they are on clearance and save them for the next year. But, after having my girls wear their Easter dresses ONCE last year, I thought I should let them choose in order to avoid that.
My oldest got home from school and we headed out. Everyone was happy. We got to the store. I put the baby in the stroller, but Seth, the 2 year old refused. We went in. The girls were in heaven, running up and down the aisles, grabbing dresses all over the place. Once we had our arms full, we headed to the dressing rooms. Other than my 5 year old flashing a few fellow customers, we did well. The baby entertained himself in the mirror, the girls twirled in their dresses and Seth crawled under dressing room doors.
This is the part where things start going downhill. . .
The baby started to fuss, so I gave him a sucker.
The girls wanted to take one last look at the dresses, to make sure that we didn't miss any thing.
And Seth was getting more and more comfortable running halfway across the store and then back.
First, the baby dropped his sucker on the floor. I pulled out a back up, but he dropped that about 2 minutes later.
Meanwhile, the girls are somehow finding every hideous dress that they can and asking to go try it on.
And I haven't seen the Seth in about 5 minutes.
I was done.
I tracked Seth down and wrestled him into the stroller and strapped him down.
And he screamed.
The baby threw his sucker on the floor, again.
And he screamed.
Right about now, the smart thing to do would have been to drop the dresses and come back another day. But, apparently, I'm not that bright.
I saw the check out line and there were only 2 people in front of me. I thought we could handle it. It took at least 15 minutes for those 2 people to check out. And there was one checker. ONE. And a random guy wandering around the check stands watching the line grow, and grow and grow. Which led me to the belief that the customer service at Burlington Coat Factory SUCKS. Just so you know. Did you catch that Google alerts? Burlington Coat Factory customer service SUCKS.
So, these two people get checked out and we move up because it's our turn, right? Apparently not. Out of nowhere this guy darts in front of us with a hat. I don't know if he was making an exchange or just inexcusably rude, but he proceeded to buy his hat while I sat there with my two screaming children in awe. Of all the people he could have jumped in front of, he had to choose the woman with four children, two of whom were screaming? Seriously?
I believe that will be the last time that all four of my children will accompany me to a store. Please?