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Escape!

What would cause a gal leave the beauty and serenity of a sunny summer day at the lake? A trip to the mall, unfettered by children or time restraints, that’s what!

First, let me share a few things you may not know about me:
1) I’m a mall rat. Big ones, small ones, doesn’t matter. I just like them.
2) I have three kids under the age of seven, the youngest of whom has been a very attached nursing baby for 10 months.
3) I have no family or friends nearby upon whom I can foist off my kids for frivolous reasons like mall excursions.
4) I like saying “whom” but I’m never quite sure I’m using it correctly. But I digress.

So today, I left my three children in the capable hands of my mom and husband, and I hopped in my car. Alone. And turned on my iPod. Loud. And I listened to every rock song that came up on my playlist, regardless of the lyrics or the decibel level, while I drove to the  nearest mall.

I spent about 45 minutes in a gift shop, never once saying, “Don’t touch that!” or “Children, quiet please!” where I leisurely selected my first Vera Bradley purse, completely unhurried and unpressured by rambunctious or demanding children.

After leaving the gift shop, I passed by the food court without a single request or demand for a soft pretzel or an icee.

Then I located the Gap, where I spent well over an hour trying on anything I wanted. And I never once had to call children back from hiding in the clothing racks or peeking under dressing room doors. Nor did I have to pause my deliberations to nurse a baby, replace a paci, or chase down a wandering toddler.  I left with three new tee-shirts and a pair of denim capris (that I will probably return because Paul says they look like Elly May Clampett.)

I walked the entire length of the mall, wandering in and out of any store I felt like, taking my time as if I didn’t have a care in the world. Finally I strolled to my car and drove back to camp, arriving to the boisterous welcome of my children.

Life is good.

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7 Responses

  1. which purse did you get?? you can’t tell us that you got a new purse without at least one picture!!

  2. I’m with girlymama, and from a Vera Bradley freak (I own way to much of her stuff) to a newbie, Welcome to the club. You’ll be nothing but happy, and in no time, you’ll have figured out the name of every purse style and color. You’ll be up on every retired bag/color and the new ones replacing them, because you just can’t help yourself.Or maybe that’s only me?Either way, enjoy and post the pic soon!

  3. NO. No way. I am NOT part of the club. In fact, it is only by extraterrestrials taking over my body that I even came to own one of these dreadful creations that screams “FRUMPY MOM!!!” from blocks away. How did this happen to me? Clearly, a moment of weakness. Awww, alright, pictures coming right up…

  4. Oh, I’m looking forward to the pictures. I’ve admired Vera Bradley from affar, stalked her on Ebay and have yet to have enough courage to buy one.PICTURES!Please. 🙂

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