Monday, 17 January 2011
The other day I went to a certain superstore and went shopping for various items, including a bra.
Well, I am a single mom and, as a mom, in general, you come to learn how to compromise or come up with quick ingenious ways to do things. On this day I happened to have my 2, (now 3) and 1 year old with me.
I went straight to the store after picking them up and making a quick stop at the bank. Since I wanted to find a nice fitting bra and did not want to have to come back to the store to do an exchange, I did something that was unheard of for me. It was one of the "lightbulb" moments a mother has when she feels something is a great idea and there are no other options.
I tried the bra on in the middle of the bra section. I could not take my kids down from the cart to enter the dressing room because they would escape and run around unsupervised. I imagined all of this in my mind before this bright idea popped in my head.
It would be a mess. Me hollering for each of my children to come back and quickly trying to get my "girls" in their respective clothing so I could then commence chase.
Then, scenario two popped in my head: Leave the kids in the cart, but again still unattended by me (and by all means anything could happen) and dare not let THAT happen, for every mother's worse nightmare would come to light.
So I did it. Mind you I did not take off any clothing. I unclasped the bra and put it on over my shirt with bra and cami underneath. Yes, I looked ridiculous, my kids were already going bonkers and one was asking to be fed.
To top it off I had been holding it for hours and had to go pee. But I needed a bra! I hadn't gotten a new bra since my son was born and that has now been over a year. Needless to say, it was time.
So there I was with my 4 bra choices, trying each of them on and watching as women passed me by looking at me curiously and wondering what in the world I was doing. One woman must have understood my unspoken apologetic words of, "My kids are going nuts and I have no one to watch them whilst I do something as simple as try some bras on", because she just glanced at me and sincerely smiled.
In a way, it was almost like a smile with a laugh but not so much making fun of me, but of understanding. I guess after being around my kids for even just one minute and hearing the rambunctious behavior she had to understand.
Had I seen myself from the outside I would have laughed. Had I been that other women I would have went around the corner and cracked up to see someone doing that. I know I looked crazy in my pink bra over my clothes, but it kept my sanity for 5 minutes of trying on those bras.
My children were in plain sight for me to see, I was able to walk away with the bra that fit, and I didn't have to worry about taking them down only to find that I would be chasing them down in the store. Is that so strange after all?
So, if you see a strange woman trying on things in the middle of the store, it just might be me.... and I'll just give you that look that says "Excuse me while I try on this bra" or whatever it is I am trying on.
What imaginative lengths have you gone to in order to get basic errands done while watching kids?