Wednesday, September 16, 2009

All In a Day's Work

It all started when I left the house last night to meet my friend for coffee. After an hour of chit chat, I hopped in the car to head home.  Glancing at the clock, I noticed that it was only 7:30.

7:30 means stores are still open for an hour and a half  I'll still make it home to help put all the kids to bed. Much to my dismay, right at that very second, I passed a Steinmart. So,  I did what any reasonable woman would do. I cut across a lane of traffic, and did a u-turn into the Steinmart parking lot.

I walked in, breathed the scent of new clothes, and started wandering. First, I found an amazing belted trench coat with brown zebra stripes. The arms were too short. Drat. 

Then all of a sudden, I heard voices singing, and lights were shining down and guiding me towards racks full of jeans. (I think it was divine intervention. But there is a slight chance it was just the radio and overhead lighting.) ANYway.

It was my lucky night. I scored 3 pairs of Seven jeans! I quicky drove home to tell my husband how much money I had just saved him!

Fast forward to this morning. John was not cooperating. He didn't want to eat. I still managed to get three kids off to three different schools at three different times. (I just said three, three times.) I had people to see, places to go, wearing my new jeans of course.

After running out of Target with some new silver ballet flats, ($6!!!!!!!!!) I went to pick John up. They told me that he was complaining of a tummy ache all morning. So I made it better by taking him to Chick-Fil-A. We met a friends, he played, ate, and drank a very large cookies and cream milkshake. On our way home, he started crying and saying his tummy hurt again. I may or may not have said something that sounded like "I told you not to drink that entire milkshake."  The crying got louder, and I realized that he was probably about to throw up. And I remembered that he was wearing a brand new, white Ralph Lauren shirt  felt really bad for him.

So again, I did what I knew I must do. I swerved across another lane of traffic, and onto a side street. Throwing the car in park, I jumped out of my seat, grabbed him, and turned him away from me with only one arm. Is it bad that I was thinking about not wanting puke on my new jeans as he vomited into some poor, unsuspecting person's yard?

I'm proud to say that there is no vomit in my car, I saved his shirt, and my jeans stayed clean. All in a day's work.


Kellie said...

Girlfriend, you are GOOD! That takes skillz for sure.


Congrats on the good jeans and shoe finds. I always forget about Stein-mart. I need to find one near me.

Janel@Dandelion Dayz said...

Love SteinMart. I think I will be heading there soon!

You are good indeed! All in a days work. ;)

Jessica Bot said...

Hi Kristin,
I found your blog via facebook and the chiq critique blog. I read the first 5 or so entries, and it's so funny! I love your writing style!
Also funny, after being neighbors for a few years (@ 2511), only after I move (far) away, I learn all these things about you...
Keep on writing and I'll come visit you here every once in a while to catch up :-)

Tatum said...

You go girl!

To save the jeans, your child and car from the could have been nastiness. Very talented!

Tara said...

Being a mommy is hard work and it sounds like you saved the day (I mean saved the good clothes from puke)! Good job on the money saved - I have never been to SteinMart but sounds like I should go!