Rob has suddenly outgrown all his clothes and for the last week or two has been going to school looking like a child whose mother doesn't love him: pants revealing two inches of sock, coat revealing two inches of wrist. Usually I buy things on clearance ahead of time, and so then all I have to do is open the box in the closet and there's a whole new size--but this time it didn't work out that way, and he has two pairs of pants and no coat. I'm going to have to do a little full-price shopping, I guess, which makes me feel a little excited and a little crazed: when you are accustomed to 75% off, full-price is like dressing the child in woven diamonds--but on the other hand, it's thrilling to get a full selection of colors and styles, and thrilling to buy something for now rather than for some time in the future. Plus, it's not like I'm talking $100 pants here--I like Old Navy and Target.
I am large of tum and sore of back these days, so I was shopping online last night, and I found an awesome sale over at The Children's Place (click in the red "Spring Sale, $4.99 and under" box at the bottom of their page). Apparently everyone else found it, too, because the site was sooooooo slowwwwww. I actually got a BOOK so I'd have something to do between clicks: I'd click on an item I wanted to see, read for a minute or two until the page loaded, click on the order button, read for another minute until it showed that it had been added to the cart, click on the back-to-shopping button, read for another two minutes, etc. It was frustrating, too, because the page would finally load and the item would be out of stock, or I'd choose the size and click to add it to my cart, and I'd get the "sorry, out of stock" message. I think I did very well not to rip up the keyboard with my teeth.
Meanwhile, it was getting closer and closer to the time I really have to shower and go to bed, so that was affecting my decision-making skills. I was tempted to ditch the whole order in a panic. Instead, in a sudden spine-straightening burst of practical impulsiveness, I glanced at the cart, thought, "Yes, I want everything here," looked at the total, thought, "Yes, that seems reasonable," and just clicked the damn button already.
I was worried that--as with many late-night impulse decisions--I would feel remorse in the morning, but no! I woke up with a song in my heart, thinking of that package on its way to me. I was almost spraining my shoulder patting myself on the back for being so clever as to override my natural tightwad instincts and place the order. And, lest you notice that ominous past-tense verb and think it means I've since had reason to regret it: No! I have not! I am still happy!
In fact, the only downside of this entire story is that there is not one single thing in the order for Rob. No, it is mostly for the twins, with a few things thrown in for William. I couldn't find anything in Rob's size that (a) I liked and (b) was in stock in his size. Good sale, though.
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