Next year, when Hanukkah is approaching (and, as I've mentioned before, it begins the night before Thanksgiving next year!) and I'm busy thinking about other things and wondering how I can get off easy, please remind me that giving the kids mostly cash and gift cards amounts to a death sentence for me, because then I will be obliged to take them to the mall. Like I did today.
OK, so we spent 7 HOURS at the mall today. Oh, and you know how I'd rather get a root canal than go to the mall? Yeah, that.
By the end of the day, I was so worn out that the kids barely had to touch an item and I'd say, "Buy it. Buy two. I don't care. Just please let me go home...." They totally cleaned up.
Steph loves Forever 21, so that's where she did the most damage. She is also still owed a personal makeup session at Sephora, complete with a $50 purchase. (This is actually a win-win, and that's all I'll say about that—some of you know what I'm talking about here.)
Pete went to three different shoe stores three different times each before he chose his Nikes. The right shoes are a big deal to him. He is also still entitled to order a soccer jersey online that does not cost a million dollars. Which we have not yet found.
Julie is done. She is still (relatively) easy, easy, easy. Although I do want to say that she is at that in-between age for fitting into jeans, and we finally found them at Delia's, but for $50! As I hemmed and hawed, the sales clerk pointed to the "Jeans: Buy 1, get 1 free!" sign and there was much rejoicing.
Then we came home, and Andy poured the vodka before I could utter a sound, and I will sleep well tonight.