1. I wasn't really myself when I voluntarily handed over my credit card to pay $54 dollars for new tennis shoes for my 7 year old son. There can be no other explanation for it. Yes, he had spent 10 minutes in the basketball aisle trying to talk me into the world's funkiest basketball high tops even though he doesn't play basketball. Yes, I was so grateful not to have to be seen in public with a kid in the world's funkiest basketball high tops that I probably would have agreed to any other shoe in the store. But $54? Really?
So help me, if those shoes fall apart in 2 months, I'm going to have a conniption fit like an overtired toddler demanding a lollipop at the grocery store checkout. Cheapo fall apart 2 months later shoes are fine when your kid's outgrowing shoes every 2 months. But we're well into the "wear them awhile" period. That means the soles of his shoes need to stay on longer than 2 months.
|New shoes in effect! Do not be fooled by my crappy photography skills. They are blue and fluorescent yellow.|
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Cue the police sirens pulling me over to give me a speeding ticket. Cue the missing car insurance card so I now have to locate one and show it to someone to get me off the hook for that extra no insurance ticket. Cue the start of soccer season and the soccer coach that's left me off the email distribution list for the last week. Cue the work related trip my husband had to go on last minute. Cue the sink full of dishes. Cue the kid that forgot to mention that her tennis shoes aren't the only shoes that don't fit so we have to make an extra trip to the store to get more shoes. The odds of me agreeing to pay $54 for them are slim. Her brother beat her to the punch on that one. Sucks to be her.
4. I wasn't really myself when I agreed to let my kids stay up late every night the week before school starts. How I think I'm dragging their lifeless bodies out of bed every morning next week is beyond me. I blame America's Got Talent. I normally hate contortionist acts and small children ballroom dancing. But I loved the contortionist couple and the uber dramatic bullfighting tango thing (D'Angelo and Amanda). It was complete icing on the cake when Mel B used her Judge's choice to bring B-Double O-T-Y back. My household's faith in humanity is restored.
|My tired baby trying to convince me she's not tired. Riiiiiiighhht.|
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