I like them, by gosh

13 11 2008

We’ve had a stressful week.

There was a family emergency, Stan went out of town, and I just feel like I’ve been through the wringer the past few days.

Some people eat when they’re under stress.

I don’t.

In fact, I have a hard time eating at all when I’m stressed, most likely because my stomach is all tied up in knots and forgets it’s hungry.

Apparently, I shop when I’m stressed.

Case in point: after a rousing game of Glow Golf (which was quite fun except the whole time I was running interference with Colby, who particularly liked to crawl up and down any hole with an incline, nevermind the poor shmoes who were actually trying to play) on Veterans’ Day (thank you, veterans, for getting us out of school), I took the kids to the Osh Kosh store. All of Eden’s skirts are getting a bit, shall we say risque for church. (But, you know, for school they’re still okay.) So a church outfit for Eden was on the list, along with some un-jeans for Zack (don’t ask).

This particular store and I have a wonderful history. I’m pretty sure none of the clerks recognized me (I did have a gigantic wad of toilet paper covering 2/3 of my face the last time I was there), but they may have recognized my kids. Still, they didn’t kick us out. And aside from Rainbow’s refusal to leave (in perfect melt-into-a-puddle-of-complete-despair-and-will-not-move-without-force form) because I wouldn’t buy her some sunglasses, the trip really went well overall. But I spent a lot of money.

Not a lot a lot, but, you know, enough.

While I was there, I just remembered all sorts of other things the kids needed–Colby has crawled the knees out of most of his pants, Zack found a coat he really loved and he’s been needing a new one, and Rainbow had to get a shirt because everyone else was getting something. The pile on the stroller kept growing.

One of the things I love about Osh Kosh is their clothes are cute and easily washable. I don’t have time to sort out “cold gentle”s. Seriously, folks, I’m lucky to get the whites, darks, and lights into separate piles. And clothes just don’t seem to get clean in cold water, say what you will about saving energy and all that. I’m pretty much a failure at stain fighting, and with warm water things don’t seem to actually stain as much in the first place. Bless you for your “warm normal” washing instructions, Osh Kosh. Obviously, one must stock up when one has the chance. They were having a pretty good sale for Veterans’ Day (thank you, veterans, for clothing sales).

It’s not how much you spend, it’s how much you save, right? My dad used to say that all the time, and he’s a very wise man. I try to follow parental advice whenever possible. I totally lived by that particular adage on Tuesday. (He might have been being sarcastic when he said it, but kids don’t really understand sarcasm.)

And guess what: if my total had been, say, $300, I saved the equivalent of $200! How do you like them apples?

Join me tomorrow, when I renumerate the trips to Fred Meyer and JoAnn Fabrics.

Wait. On second thought, don’t. I’m starting to have buyer’s remorse and that’s not going to help my stress level any. Perhaps a quick stop at Pier 1 will help . . . kidding, kidding. (A lot of it is Christmas stuff. . . and Stan didn’t really want to get a sports car, did you honey?)

Oh, and one last thing: thank you, veterans, for freedom. I’m so grateful.