Today was a weird day. For no particular reason I decided that today was the day to finally head to the nearby mall to use my credit at Bloomingdales (thank you $50 Stuart Weitzman baby shoes someone gave us!) to buy my favorite Clinique sunscreen. I have been thinking about doing this and avoiding it for about three months now. Malls give me the creeps! I get totally overwhelmed and overstimulated, I feel self conscious, and I just generally dislike the experience of shopping. Malls feel like an emblem of unnecessary consumption and I get weirded out just walking through the door. Let me say that I grew up in New Jersey about five minutes from a huge mall, where I was dropped off with my friends to spend my babysitting money at Claire’s and loved every minute of it. I happily spent my hard earned $20’s at American Eagle, Delia’s, Abercrombie (before everything was ripped and inexplicably tiny), and of course Bath & Body Works. Who didn’t love those little bottles of fruit scented hand sanitizer and all the lotions!? Nowadays I’ve seen too many documentaries about how the world is going to hell in a handbasket because we are so addicted to buying stuff and I just can’t get excited about shopping for anything other than food. I realize that this same feeling is why it is so trendy to shop at thrift stores. However, I know that if I go to Goodwill for a tshirt, I will come home with a clock, a desk, three tank tops that fit awkwardly, twelve ugly onesies for Ella, two superhero costumes for Ben, a wallet for Mo that he won’t like, a stained tablecloth, and maybe one nice flowy skirt that I will actually wear all the time. The one skirt just isn’t worth the other stuff I can’t help buying and regretting. I’m trying to save myself from myself, really.
Back to today, I tried to get excited about going to the mall, since, you know, technically the money was already spent at Bloomingdales. I put on my favorite tshirt and got Ella in a cute dress with a cardigan (everybody loves a baby in a cardigan!). Then I decided I needed some makeup to really feel ready to take on the mall. I got out the eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and concealer. I was finally prepared. Then I looked outside to see that it was suddenly pouring rain. I was furious! All dolled up and no place to go. Ella was furious because her cute dress impeded her crawling. I decided in my disappointed rage that I should just stay home and eat junk food and watch TV. Except I’m such a hippie that I don’t even HAVE junk food or TV. I ate a prune (I know. So sad.) and finished the book I was reading. I got over it.
Fast forward a few hours and Ben came home from school. The kids and I had an early dinner and started taking showers to get ready for bed. Chaos ensued as Ella started antagonizing Ben, poking him in the face and pulling his hair. In a fit of five year old poor decision making, Ben bit Ella’s finger really hard and she started bawling. It devolved from there. I was so mad at him, I told him no books before bed. I don’t know why that was what I picked, it just came out of my mouth. It seemed to make an impression at least, and even though I don’t generally believe in punishment as a way to get my point across, I think it can be effective when used sparingly. I realize that no books seems like it is not such a harsh punishment, or a weird one at least, but around here it is a special time and skipping it is a big deal. We all got it together and with about two hours until bedtime Ben asked if he could go for a bike ride in his pajamas. I figured, great, why not, let’s all get some fresh air and start over. He said, “Great idea right? Because you can go for a bike ride even when you hurt your sister.” I didn’t even know what to say to that.
We walked outside, seeing several people in our building on the way. We saw some folks outside walking their dogs after work. I smiled at everyone, glad to be outside after the rainy day. They gave me what I thought were strange looks but I didn’t think too hard about it. About halfway through our walk I realized that in the post shower pandemonium I had completely forgotten that I had been wearing a ton of eye makeup and it was all over my face! I left the house without even looking in the mirror and the amount of mascara smudged under my eyes was hilarious. I looked like a serious crazy lady. Someone please come up with a better, funny analogy about terrible eye makeup to make me laugh. I’m too tired to think of anything!
So, that is my story. Mo came home with some super delicious gelato which I am forever grateful for. I will most likely put off going to the mall for another three months, or forever, since I will now just order the sunscreen online. Lesson learned.
Last but not least, today’s Liebster Award goes to a friend in Israel whose writing I truly admire. Chaya’s blog All Victories is a pleasure to read, and I find her writing to be clear, precise, expressive, and poignant. Her thoughts on life in Israel and parenthood always give me something to ponder and leave me with a smile. Thank you for the inspiration Chaya!
If you would like to accept the Liebster here is the info:
- 1. The Liebster Award is given by bloggers to bloggers who have less than 200 followers.
- 2. Each blogger should post 11 random facts about themselves.
- 3. Each blogger should answer the 11 questions given to you.
- 4. Choose 11 new bloggers to pass the award on to and link them in your post.
- 5. Create 11 new questions for the chosen bloggers.
- 6. Go back to their page and tell them about the award.
- 7. No tag backs.
Even if you don’t want to accept the “award” please answer my 11 questions here in the comments or on your blog!
1. Where on earth do you feel the most yourself?
2. What is your favorite quality in a friend?
3. Best sandwich you ever ate.
4. Window or aisle?
5. Favorite mistake.
6. What is your dream date night?
7. What did you want to be when you grew up?
8. What do you want to be when you grow up?
9. Best advice ever given to you.
10. Worst advice ever given to you.
11. Best advice you can give.
See you tomorrow with another nominee!