Today was simply a wonderful day.
I had some Mother's Day money to burn, and oh how I love to shop. I could literally just walk around in stores all day and look at things, try them on, not try them on, imagine where cute little decorative items would go in my house. It's just something I adore.
My husband and I don't exactly rake in oodles of money with our prestigious jobs as a teacher and a social worker. So, when occasions like Christmas, my birthday, and Mother's Day come along and I get a little extra cash flow in my pocket, I get SO excited.
I'm not even joking. It's like I have to contain myself from doing little cartwheels across the room, so instead, I just do cartwheels in my head.
Shopping is great, but shopping with an infant? That's just asking for trouble. I knew if I wanted to enjoy my shopping experience, the child would have to be elsewhere.
Whenever I get a day totally to myself, it's usually because the baby has put me on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Today - well, today I just wanted to go out and have fun. By myself. Doing something I love.
Some of my experienced mom friends have ever so gently reminded me how very important it is to have time to myself, and to do the things I love to do. It's refreshing, rejuvenating, and absolutely, positively necessary in order for me to maintain some semblance of sanity.
So, this morning Kaylee and I went to our Mommy and Me exercise class (where I felt like my lungs were literally going to explode on about six different occasions), and after we walked out of the gym alive, I promptly dropped her off with her wonderful auntie.
As I walked to my car after handing over my sweet child, I began to sing..." 'Cause I'm as freeeee as a biiiiird noooowwww." I sang it in the privacy of my own head, of course. Duh.
It felt so great. No diapers. No temper tantrums. No chasing my child around on the floor trying to get her to eat. No lack of naps. No constant whining for me to pick her up. No Veggie Tales Silly Songs Countdown blaring in the background.
Just me, my wallet, and a whole day full of nothing but possibilities.
I went to a little hole-in-the-wall resale clothing shop that I keep forgetting exists, and I managed to score a pair of Lucky jeans for under $30. That in itself would have made my day, especially since I've been jonesin' for a pair of those jeans for quite some time.
I browsed in a cute specialty shoe store, stopped at home for a quick bite to eat, and then I was out on the town again. This time, I was headed back to the Land of Glory.
I waltzed into Victoria's Secret, determined to leave with perkier boobs than when I first arrived there. After a frustrating experience not finding any bras to fit my deflated boobs the previous night, I decided I wasn't messing around anymore.
My boobs had served me well, and they deserved nothing but the best. So, I got fitted, did some trying on of the over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders and left feeling like a whole new woman.
You know you found the right bra when the word "uplift" is actually in the title of the bra. They knew it would uplift more than just boobies - that magnificent bra uplifted my whole dang spirit.
Oh, happy, happy day...