I feel like shopping. Not sure what brings on these random bursts of consumerism, but they happen. I’m not proud of them. I never am. But it is what it is.
I usually rethink my jones for a new purse or Beautifeel shoes when I’m there. Something about being at the mall when the only people there are suburban moms pushing their screaming babies in strollers and watching them gossip about what Jenny might be up to with Ellen’s husband or brother or whoever she’s up to whatever with and having to dodge said strollers rather than get mowed over flat because the suburban mom with babies squad doesn’t care if they do have the whole isle blocked and you have no way around them they are going to keep going in their straight little line even if it means bloodshed as they flatten me out where I stand on my quest for stress relief via binge shopping.
Of course, by the time I’m already there, and have risked life and limb, you can bet, yep, darn straight you can bet the farm on it, I’m going to buy something whether I need it or not. Yeh, whether I like it or not, whehter it’s on clearance or not. I’m. Gonna. Buy.
There has to be some sort of medication for this condition. Therapy? A twelve step program to keep me out of the malls on week days?
Posted on February 12th, 2009 by admin
Filed under: Busy Mom's Daily Life
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