This morning was rushed, as Fridays usually are. Friday is therapy day. The day, once a week, when we have to be in Spencer by 9am for Ellie's 3 hrs of therapy. It takes the morning and we usually get home around 1:00. Today we were running late (it happens.) About 10min. out I decided to call and let the therapists know we'd be a little late. As I started to tell the receptionist, she cut me off short. Apparently they HAD had us scheduled for therapy but then due to a conflict decided to MOVE our therapy to Thursday this week. Only problem was that they forgot to tell US they moved it. She apologized, I told her I understood and that it'd all work out. I decided we may as well go the last few miles into Spencer and hit a few stores while we had free time to burn.
We started at Menards. It was a fairly quick run to exchange a couple things and get the ducting supplies for my new range hood. Second stop was Bomgaars; Emma got a gift card for Christmas and has been dying to use it. She bought a hoof pick, horse wormer and a long handled scrub brush. (She's in horse-heaven!) Last stop, JCPenneys. I have a $25 gift card from Nicholas' parents and I really have been hunting for a pair of those tall boots everyone's wearing. I'm not usually one to go with trends, but this one I kinda like! So, lucky me, it was 60% off boots! WHOO HOO! So I thought. All it took was the simple fact that the Spencer mall apparently thinks carts are over-rated. I always seem to forget this until after we go in. Ughh. The cart is containment and spacial organization for Ellie. Without the cart, her world crumbles and so does mine. I hope this makes you laugh because writing it made it a lot funnier than it was in real time!
So this is how it played out... I pull Ellie close to have her sit by me on the bench, holding my hand as I struggle to try on a pair of boots. Meanwhile, Eva has taken off her boots and socks and it reaching to a box that apparently she thinks might work for her. (From the ladies section of course.) As she reaches, I ask her to come sit down. It's too late, she bumps a box under the table that bumps a stack on the other side under the table. It looked something like dominoes. The salesman wasn't so compassionate as Eva and I tried to re-stack. Sigh. With more determination, I head back to the seat (this time with Eva and Ellie in tow.) Ellie decides Eva has too much hair and tries to start war by pulling hair and trying to kick across me to Eva. All while I'm sitting in the middle trying to push them apart from one another. At this point, Emma has found that they make tall boots in kid sizes.. I tell her she can go to the endcap, 1/2 isle away to look. I find a boot that I like and amazingly it fits!
Meanwhile, Emma has found a pair she likes. Ellie is flopping on the floor like a fish; screaming and trying to kick anyone/thing within her reach. She's refusing to hold my hand or to be picked up. Little old ladies are walking by gawking and in their inattention to their own matters, bumping themselves into the shoe wracks. We've been in the store all of 20 minutes now and all the kids have unloaded their coats into my arms. About now, I am really wondering if we're going to make it out of the store or not!! I'm struggling to get Ellie to stand and hold my hand. (She loves to drop like a piece of spaghetti and make me look like a mom dragging a little girl by her arm.) I finally get her to stand and walk (without my hand) to the register. I make a deal with Emma, that I'll buy the boots as a birthday gift for her. (Yes, I still have to wrap them. No, you cannot have them today!) I opt out of the Mommy-boots. I vow to find a pair at SOS or Goodwill that someone else barely wore and replaced with a newer version at Christmas! We survive checkout - Praise GOD for that blessing! (He knew I was done and needed His help!) As I clicked the last buckle on the carseats I breathed a sigh of relief. I left slightly bitter that I can't even have a few minutes to shop like everyone else in the store. I'm blogging about it and then I'm letting it go. Grin. This is our life and I'm thankful for every part of it, even on the hard days.
I finished the night out with a 5mile run on the treadmill, listening to Francesca Battistelli. I'm getting ready for a 1/2 marathon! I'm hoping to run the first one in March (depending on the weather!) I'll be running a 10k while we're in San Diego next month. (Nicholas is going for work and we're tagging along.) So I have a goal tied to this running! My goal is to raise $100 per race-mile for IRSF (International Rett Syndrome Foundation.) The money goes towards research that is getting closer to a CURE everyday. If you'd like to support or sponsor a mile, I would GREATLY appreciate it! You can donate here ... http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/elliesnyder/curerett4ellie
I pray God blesses you this week.
<3 Angie
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