ONCE A YEAR………..
Now shopping for myself is not always the best experience BUT shopping for my kids is nightmarish. I recently had to shop for uniform and civies for summer.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggg
Yes sounds like that can emanate from ones body, this I have first hand experience with.

So where do I begin. Aaahhh yes the uniform….. my daughter is actually really mad at me. A dress for her is R250 yes I will say that LOUD again R250 for ONE dress. I was sure that they imported it from a town in Alaska. But NO that’s just plain cotton dresses with a yellow and white print on it. So I got her a dress one size bigger so instead of a 12 I gave her a 13 So the dress hangs by her knees compared to her old one that was covering her butt. (JUST) anyway my mum dressed me like that its economical to get clothes that will last 2 years and although you might feel scarred by what your mum made you wear, it only lasts till something bigger scars you.

Anyway after that I needed a whole nights sleep to recover.

The following day I braved the next load of shopping. SALE…. I do however love this word……….. it means more clothes for more grey hair….. my son is easy………. Except that everything he chose was for winter….. so after ditching some of it I managed to grab some stuff off the shelf without him noticing. I felt like we were playing “Catch that mom” he puts in I pack back.

BUT CARLA…………oh Carla…………… Carla Carla Carla………………………. Yes the girl in the family……………….. the “I am going to be a moddler” (as she calls it) took about 5 years to carefully pick out what she needed to try on making sure everything matched including the undies. MOM on the other hand was “pulling out” and “checking what’s too short” “what’s just right” and throwing it in and out of the basket. It was rather exhausting actually. I was so hot and bothered at one stage that without thinking (okay sometimes that’s a gift) BUT I put everything down (why I don’t know) my bag of shopping from the previous shop………my cellphone……….. and my mind……. And just started looking at clothes…… all of a sudden I heard a loud voice bellowing “SOMEBODIES CELL PHONE” hey that looks like mine….. oh dear…. My guardian angel are working over time again.

Lets get this finished already…………….

Now the only time I feel my child can bear all skin is in her cosie. This I have no problem with. So off to the children’s bikini department. So my 11 year old can try one on. It just happens that while I was sleeping (this is when things normally happen) she outgrew kiddies and is now buying in the ladies department. OH ME GOSH………….
Okay deep breaths ……… yes we found one eventually. I was a nervous wreck, Seth was still packing things in the basket and Carla was saying “Wow mom, I have never had a costume that covers my whole bum” – Poor child………………. By the time we finished I actually felt relieved…..yes yes and a little sorry for myself. So that was it. No not really Carla has a tradition that when we get home…………..no matter……….how………..tiered……….you………..are…………she WILL weather you like it or not……………………..put on her very own fashion show………….. with everything in her packet and what it can or could go with in her cupboard………………


So my advice to moms out there…………… When shopping … leave the kids at home and just estimate sizes……………