I was that person today that took her child to the thrift store. You know the kind. The one who ends up chasing said child in the middle of an aisle. The one who is trying to shush the screaming child when he demands getting out of the stroller. And this was only after 10 minutes.
I refused to leave because I actually had a real purpose in being there – mason jars.
After getting the wild animal to settle down, I was able to find the perfect jars for cheap, cheap, cheap.
The other things I wanted weren’t there, but we did see some interesting things.
I couldn’t take pictures of everything I wanted to because Jack was crazy. He was very bi-polar; whining and screaming one second, then laughing and being quiet.
I was very stressed with Jack and was pushing my limits by even staying that long and I know that a stressed shopper is not a smart shopper. Wow, that sounds corny. But you know what I mean, right?
All for $2.19!
On the way home, I almost got one of these:
Stress makes me crave sweet drinks.
But I didn’t want to deal with the calories or spend $3, which would pay 1/2 for the pink shoes that I might go back to get.
As soon as we got home, I scrubbed my hands and put Jack in the bath and poured disinfectant all over him. Maybe not disinfectant, but lots of soap.
After managing to get peanut butter all over his face from a single PB&J, Jack’s now asleep and I have lots to do during nap time – laundry, grocery list, spray painting, bunting making, cupcake toppers, sleep, The Bachelor.