Girls Night Out
When I received word that the lovely Lonna Barlow picked me for a clothes shopping date, I could hardly contain my excitement.
Holiday sales + good company + a night without kids = count me in.
But why were our husbands so quick to volunteer the supervising of five children? A little detective work was all it took to discover that Thursday night was conveniently an important NBA game, which event could be watched vicariously with a few movies. Did I mention the combining of our offspring totals five children under four and includes a set of multiples and a newborn?
While we spent a few hours looking for these...
And trying on these...
We're talking no lines, no crowds, just two women on a mission to find the perfect cardigan (and there were many)...
We came home to find:
My Christmas tree, tipped and dismantled by toddlers.
No injuries.
And five children who were otherwise happy, fed, and ready for bed. The only casualty (besides the entire tree damaged beyond repair) being a small red ornament. Looking for a new tree anyway, Ryan and I now have an excuse to buy at least 7-footer. Was it worth it for the shoes, absolutely. Because as it turns out, the damage done to the tree was but a small fraction of the damage I did to the credit card...
Mr. Barlow, I call it even.
Holiday sales + good company + a night without kids = count me in.
But why were our husbands so quick to volunteer the supervising of five children? A little detective work was all it took to discover that Thursday night was conveniently an important NBA game, which event could be watched vicariously with a few movies. Did I mention the combining of our offspring totals five children under four and includes a set of multiples and a newborn?
While we spent a few hours looking for these...
And trying on these...
We're talking no lines, no crowds, just two women on a mission to find the perfect cardigan (and there were many)...
We came home to find:
My Christmas tree, tipped and dismantled by toddlers.
No injuries.
And five children who were otherwise happy, fed, and ready for bed. The only casualty (besides the entire tree damaged beyond repair) being a small red ornament. Looking for a new tree anyway, Ryan and I now have an excuse to buy at least 7-footer. Was it worth it for the shoes, absolutely. Because as it turns out, the damage done to the tree was but a small fraction of the damage I did to the credit card...
Mr. Barlow, I call it even.
posted by Leslie at 8:22 PM
6 Comments:
How fun! I love girl nights out shopping! There is something so relaxing and fun about it.
-Becky
LOL i love it! i'm excited to see your shoes!!
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Looks like you had a lot of fun! What cute shoes!
I feel so bad about your tree. This morning when I got Gwen up she told me the whole story, how "we don't touch the tree", and "Leslie will be mad because we broke the tree, and we need to say sorry."
Over and over she told James and I that the tree broke and she was sorry. I am glad that you are so optimistic about getting a new bigger and better tree, I think that is a great way to replace something, nothings says new like and upgrade.
I told James about the fantastic red shoes that you got and how they look so great on you. He was so glad that I came out actually finding something to buy I am pretty sure that if we would have stayed to chat a little longer he would have offered to go and get you a new tree.
Well I really enjoyed myself and the lack of crowds, as well as the great things that we got. I am sure that you are going to be the fashionista of your Christmas party tonight for sure. Let me know if you want to do more damage to the credit card, I know ours is always looking for some action.
Sounds like you And Lonna had a great time together; I'm glad you got out of the house. Congratulations to the men for babysitting!
Grandma H
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