Easter was a very loooong day in these parts. A day that started well before the sun rose and quickly frenzied its way into frenetically strewn Easter grass, multiple egg hunts, and at least one toddler crawling on my head during the church service. Topping off a week with a very sick husband, Mommy had reached her Maximum. Grouchy Time In a Serious Way.
When my husband suggested swinging by Bass Pro Shops after a couple of “fun” hours in the car so he could make a return, I was thrilled. You know, since I love languidly looking at fishing poles and all…
After an adorable twenty minutes of hefting my children in and out of display boats, I snapped and stumbled/stalked off in my obsencely high heels (they had seemed like an important vestige to my pre-mom self at 6am that morning; less so several well-developed blisters later).
With absolutely no interest in anything the store sold, but in the unique situation of being in a physical place where things are sold without my younger companions, it seemed a dishonor to not at least make a pass at bargain hunting. The clothing section. I could do this. I could at least find a well-fitted sweat-wicking tee on clearance, right?
I was on a mission.
I found nothing in the sale racks except bizarrely off-blue sweatshirts with pictures of grizzly bears on them. As it turns out, I didn’t need any such tops at this point in time.
But darnit, I was in a Bad Mood and I was going to troll this clothing section like it had never before been trolled.
And then craaaaaap. I saw it. The Perfect Dress. Adorbs in its design, but in person, it’s ideal washable summer-cool cotton/linen blend? To lust after, trust me. Did I mention it has pockets?
I pictured myself skipping through grassy fields in well-matched sandals while my children peacefully played and giggled in a nearby patch of wildflowers.
It is possible I was conjuring up the dress addiction I paid homage to in You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth. It’s also possible I didn’t care. Suddenly, the excursion to Bass Pro was redeemed. Screw that, the entire Easter day-long extravaganza was redeemed. I had found a dress.
Proudly, I looped back to my husband and showed him my find. He looked at the price tag, said no, and stashed it on the nearest rack.
DONE. Stick a fork in me. Cue up the Mommy Temper Tantrum.
Dude, he brought me into Bass Pro on a Holy Holiday after I sacrificed the last shards of my sanity to small plastic eggs for hours on end and then denied me the perfect purchase?
Listen up, Dr. J’d best be shoving aside the fishing poles and making room for these cute rustic dresses or it could get ugly up in here. Real quick. The way I see it, it was his fault for taking me in the store in the first place, after all.
It’s also possible I was very far from a logical sane place at this point.
You’ll excuse me while I go enjoy a time out.