Kate, who used to sleep until 8 (our latest sleeper ever), is now in the habbit of crying at 5am. We leave her to fall back to sleep, but then she cries at 5:40. We leave her to fall back to sleep and then she cries at 6:20, and so on and so forth until 7, when the big girls get up. This makes for a cranky Kate (sometimes a cranky mom). I think we need to black out her windows or something.
So I woke up at 5 this morning. I was so weary. I decided getting out of the house would help us all, and what's better than a trip to Target? Claire only had one pair of pj's because Riley liked to sleep in only panties when she was 3 and 4. So anyway, exciting details, I know.
We head to Target. I decide to try on a couple of maternity things for myself. I cram our little crowd into the dressing room. The girls were fighting over the mirror and over the little card with the number on it. They were pushing and pulling each other (mostly cranky Kate). It was so hot in there. I was hurrying to try on my few items before an exp0lotion of screaming and tears caused the dressing room lady to call security or something. The next thing I know, Kate has pushed Claire into the door and the door busts right opened. I was shirtless. I pled with Riley to close the door once the heap of crying girls got up off the floor and came back inside. That happened twice. I don't know how worth it it was, but I found a cute shirt.
7 comments:
OH MY WORD! Exhausting but a good laugh ;)
oh my heavens. Those target dressing room doors are not good quality.
I've been there. Sweating and all.
Boy was I sweating.
oh wow. that was quite entertaining to read and i'm glad you have a sense of humor :)
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Oh man, that is funny. Sorry we're all laughing at your expense. It's just that I think we've all been there and we're laughing WITH you, not at you. haha.
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