Once upon a time, the phrase pointed to an abundantly successful marathon shopping spree. Nowadays, "shop till you drop" often describes a shopping trip wherein I haul my two toddlers along in our double-stroller, sweat myself into a frenzy while trying to cram three hours worth of shopping & browsing into thirty minutes.
Motherhood is rich with rewards, but the one thing I was never warned of was the fact that shopping would never be the same. For example, I never counted on becoming so familiar with wheelchair accessible change rooms. I mean, in the past, there was never any need for me to enter one. That was then. Now, shop clerks have little choice but to automatically show me into one of those spacious cubicles in order to accommodate my children in their enormous stroller. Once inside, I pull out the lollipops & the race is on.
Before the finger wagging begins, let me explain the lollipops. Though I realize that they provide no nutritional value whatsoever, while inviting nasty bacteria causing cavities, they are my saving grace in the change room. Lollipops buy me close to twenty minutes of nearly uninterrupted shopping time. Plus, my children are great brushers - twice a day, using the 45-second tooth brushing rule. But I digress...
Today, my son's sucker of choice was apple-green, while my daughter gave preference to cherry-red. With no time to waste, I began whipping clothing off the hangers with lightening speed. I usually get through the change room experience without a hitch, but today proved to be a tad more challenging. You see, my daughter has recently learned about "boobies", and she can't help but point them out at every turn. As I pulled a tank top over my head, my child decides to inform the entire change room population that "look look, mommy's boobies are outside the shirt". Ehem. To add insult to injury, when an innocent shopper attempted to make her way into our already occupied wheelchair accessible change room, my ever-helpful daughter alerts her to our presence, "EXCUSE ME BUT THIS IS OUR PLACE...AND MOMMY'S BOOBIES ARE OUT...OKAY???". Okay. Ehem.
I bought the tank top and left.
Does the tank top fit properly? I'm not quite certain. Instead of focusing on fit & style, I was more focused on shushing my daughter, keeping my son from sticking his green sucker on the change room mirror, breaking up a hair-pulling/nose-punching fight between my two children, and exiting the department store before someone called security on us.
Shop till you drop...truer than ever!!!
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