Worst Time at the Mall...
Hans had yesterday off and we were all feeling a bit more spunky, so we decided to pack everyone up and head up to the Providence Place mall.
Big mistake.
Josiah was in a "mood". Even though they both napped most of the way there, the minute we got into the Pottery Barn he proceeded to have a tantrum. Preceded by the words all parents dread "Mommy, you're hurting me!". I assure you, I was not hurting him in the least little bit. I was trying desperately to hold his hand and keep him from knocking some $200 piece of bric-a-brac to the floor in Pottery Barn.
Of course, the minute those words are out of his mouth, every person in the store whips around and proceeds to stare at us and give me suspicious looks. Josiah really took it and ran with it...proceeded to cry about how he didn't want to shop (at Pottery Barn? Who doesn't love Pottery Barn? It is my Mecca) he wanted to go home, and etc., etc., etc. I am horrified by his behavior and the fact that all of the young and super-trendy clerks are following us around, sniggering behind their perfectly-manicured hands. One metrosexual clerk in a cashmere sweater, fashionably spiky hair and suede loafers said "Ohhhh, someone's not happy".
Grrrrr. Thanks for stating the obvious. You'd know ALL about rainbows and butterflies, now wouldn't you? Shouldn't you be dancing on Broadway? I almost mowed him down with the double stroller.
Wow. There we were. American consumers with money to spend and Hans and I didn't buy a single thing at the mall. We couldn't find a single thing that we really wanted. Does this happen to anyone else? I find that the clothing stores are all either very youthful and super-trendy (read: I would look utterly ridiculous and am too old for these clothes) or are Talbot's or something that is for ladies that are just a little more "mature" than me. There seems to be no middle ground for us between ladies. It's super-irritating. I'm just not ready for Talbot's or Ann Taylor. But I can't go into Charlotte Russe. I'm stuck in this no-man's land.
Then, we had another scene at Pottery Barn Kids. Maybe Josiah is just allergic to Pottery Barn products, I don't know. Maybe he instantly breaks out in diaper rash upon contact with the stuff. They had a train table set up and of course, he is playing along, having a grand time when another small child makes the mistake of venturing near him. A fracas ensues with my son as prime instigator. It is absolutely the worst, worst thing to have to apologize to another mother.
We left after the PB Kids incident. We were downcast and dejected. We had found nothing to spend our money on. We felt sort of middle-aged, untrendy and decidedly like shabby parents.
Then, we stopped at Target. Oh glory of glories! Leaving there $170 later, we felt like kings (and queens and princesses).
Thank God for Target. As I told Hans "I can always find something I want at Target".
I guess we know better than to go to the mall and I'll do my PB shopping online, thank you very much.
Big mistake.
Josiah was in a "mood". Even though they both napped most of the way there, the minute we got into the Pottery Barn he proceeded to have a tantrum. Preceded by the words all parents dread "Mommy, you're hurting me!". I assure you, I was not hurting him in the least little bit. I was trying desperately to hold his hand and keep him from knocking some $200 piece of bric-a-brac to the floor in Pottery Barn.
Of course, the minute those words are out of his mouth, every person in the store whips around and proceeds to stare at us and give me suspicious looks. Josiah really took it and ran with it...proceeded to cry about how he didn't want to shop (at Pottery Barn? Who doesn't love Pottery Barn? It is my Mecca) he wanted to go home, and etc., etc., etc. I am horrified by his behavior and the fact that all of the young and super-trendy clerks are following us around, sniggering behind their perfectly-manicured hands. One metrosexual clerk in a cashmere sweater, fashionably spiky hair and suede loafers said "Ohhhh, someone's not happy".
Grrrrr. Thanks for stating the obvious. You'd know ALL about rainbows and butterflies, now wouldn't you? Shouldn't you be dancing on Broadway? I almost mowed him down with the double stroller.
Wow. There we were. American consumers with money to spend and Hans and I didn't buy a single thing at the mall. We couldn't find a single thing that we really wanted. Does this happen to anyone else? I find that the clothing stores are all either very youthful and super-trendy (read: I would look utterly ridiculous and am too old for these clothes) or are Talbot's or something that is for ladies that are just a little more "mature" than me. There seems to be no middle ground for us between ladies. It's super-irritating. I'm just not ready for Talbot's or Ann Taylor. But I can't go into Charlotte Russe. I'm stuck in this no-man's land.
Then, we had another scene at Pottery Barn Kids. Maybe Josiah is just allergic to Pottery Barn products, I don't know. Maybe he instantly breaks out in diaper rash upon contact with the stuff. They had a train table set up and of course, he is playing along, having a grand time when another small child makes the mistake of venturing near him. A fracas ensues with my son as prime instigator. It is absolutely the worst, worst thing to have to apologize to another mother.
We left after the PB Kids incident. We were downcast and dejected. We had found nothing to spend our money on. We felt sort of middle-aged, untrendy and decidedly like shabby parents.
Then, we stopped at Target. Oh glory of glories! Leaving there $170 later, we felt like kings (and queens and princesses).
Thank God for Target. As I told Hans "I can always find something I want at Target".
I guess we know better than to go to the mall and I'll do my PB shopping online, thank you very much.
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I'm glad you were (are) all feeling better. Don't be discouraged.