Staring at the pile of dishes and the mess DS makes when he eats ......
So I decided to go out and deal with it when the anti-histamine has started working and I have cleared my head of all that clutter. While driving I realised that the best way to avoid having to deal with kids is to go out! They seem thrilled just to be out so tend to behave.
So we went down the road to factory shop - retail therapy can fix anything!
I LOVE factory shopping !! And when I walked in Mojo and I was told there is less 40% on shirts ... I was excited !! So DH scored a few new shirts, DD got a top and few leggings.
I was on the hunt for a summer dress.
I went to one store and they had a green dress .... I had to wriggle to get it on .... only to discover later there was a ZIP on the side !! I KNEW I wasn't THAT fat !! But it didn't look good anyway.
A few stores later I scored a good one ... chocolate brown with burnt orange and red ... I LOVED it.
The next store was a goldmine ! I got 3 dresses for R400 !! Considering that my BFF paid that price for ONE dress - I figured I scored!!
But by then the kids were restless ... DS had unpacked my wallet and tossing notes around as if he was Richie Rich!! DD was using my phone ......
On the way out we stopped at a construction site.... they were fascinated my the cement mixer and various sized diggers. It was better than the (m)aquarium - they stood mesmerized and I didn't have to pay! Any interested parents - go to Brickfield Road Salt River.
Note to self - DON'T take a pram to the factory shops ! There are NO ramps.
Note to others - The joy of factory shopping is lost when you have to take kids along !
2 comments:
Oh, how i long for some retail therapy! Oh! I forget.. what were those parcels that arrived from Amazon.. on three consecutive days..? Aah.. internet therapy! :)
I need a translation on the shorthand..
DS?
DH?
DD?
Its not something from High School Musical is it? Lol!
AMAZON ??? I thought they don't send to SA anymore ? At least that is what Marwaan told me .....
Dear Son, Dear Daughter, Dear Husband
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