I am pretty sure it is going to change my life.
|Jack gets to know his teacher|
|Jack's fox backpack|
The worst of it all was that I found myself buying into the madness. "Do I really need a Missoni for Target bathmat?" I had to ask myself. The answer, quite clearly, was no, so back the bathmat went. Of course, I could have done what many people are already doing: selling the stuff on eBay for up to five times what it's worth. You'd think we were talking about real Missoni here, not Target-made crap. That said, I found a really nice sweater for John, as well as a child's X-Large cardigan for Sarah (several women headed to the children's department when they saw my booty). I also got the evil eye from a few women at check-out. Disgraceful, they were probably thinking. I can't blame them. I thought the same thing about the women ahead of me. This was truly consumerism at its worst.
I finally tore myself away and hurried home, where I managed to get in a workout, a shower (and I did my hair, miracle of miracles! I didn't even have to worry about waking Jack up!), and now this blog post. I'm off in a few to pick up the little man and see how things went.
And I'm already looking forward to Thursday.