Anyhow, so today would have qualified for one of those days.....(I think I just felt my neck tighten just thinking about it.).....................................
It all starts with the general feeling of the day. Abby was a fighter all weekend. She was crabby and moody and grumpy. When asked to do anything, she did nothing. Well, she needed new cleats for softball. If she did not absolutely need them to be able to play, she would not have earned them this weekend for sure. As we were getting ready to leave, I lost my keys. Sure I lose my keys now and then, but I REALLY could not find them ANYWHERE. After about 30 minutes of searching, I found them under something on the kitchen counter...duh. During this 30 minute game of hide-and-seek, it allowed me, the Mom, to look in each room of my house. (For those that are not Moms, when we do this, we don't see rooms, we see each individual mess in each and every room that was just cleaned YESTERDAY!)...........................anyway.....So, Abby, her friend, and I finally pile in the car and head over. I was so hoping to be able to dart in and out since I only had 2 kids with me. Then we could make that stop at Target and Sam's that I really needed to make.
We arrive and go straight to the baseball cleats. It becomes apparent that everyone in the parish, the baseball tournament down the street, and a few extra people from the highway have also decided that this will be the hour for their Academy visit as well. We squeeze our way down the narrow aisles, through the crowd (picture Wal Mart on Black Friday here).
The selection at Academy is vast, they have black, white, pink, red...Of course, we want pink. Every year, we arrive and think we can pick any shoe from the selection. How wrong we are. THIS is the only Academy for miles! Not to mention, Abby has a small foot, which means less of a selection for some reason. Do they think that small-footed children do not play sports?? Anyway, we spend the next half hour searching for her shoe size. We start with the exact shoe she wants, then settle for next best, then finally after tireless searching, we snatch the one and only size 12 1/2 on the shelf. It's a boys' shoe with no trace of pink or purple :( We decide that cute shoelaces can fix that. Did I mention that anything below a size 1 is on the very bottom shelf? Did I mention the crowd? Did I mention they were all over the floor trying on shoes? Did I mention the profuse sweating?? Picture me, sweating from the sheer stress of the situation, pulling out shoe box after shoe box, trying on countless shoes, a 12 foot metal stock ladder in the middle of all of this madness going back and forth....UPSIDE DOWN!!! as children cry, whine, run and scream around us!!!
Finally, we prevail, settle on a boy shoe, grab some cute shoelaces, and exit the madness. Abby proudly holds her new cleats in her arms. We spend a few more stressful moments picking up baseballs and socks for Zac and new athletic shoes for me. ((Oh yeah, Abby's friend was wearing Heely's, and they were zooming back and forth down random aisles all around me. I had no control)) As we make our way to the counter, I am frustrated at the amount of time it took to find this single pair of shoes. It happens every year. Why do I wait so long to get what we need??
We find the shortest line, I put my merchandise on the counter, turn to Abby, and she says, "Where are my shoes?"....(((breathe)))).....ehem, "I don't know Abby, where are your shoes?" (((remain calm)))
"I don't know," she replies.....(((pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse))))
We gathered our things, spent the next 20 minutes walking, searching, zooming down every single aisle we had visited, which was a lot. Back and forth, back and forth. We never found them. We had to start over. Yes, you heard me...back into the trenches....upside down. As we were searching for the second time, I said to Abby, "I am so mad I want to scream." I noticed that my comment got a "look" from a woman who had no children with her shopping for herself. You know the look. It's the "I can't believe she just told her child that" look. It's the same look you give other people in Wal Mart.
We settled on a boys' shoe a half size up, grabbed yet another cute pair of laces, paid, and left. Good riddance! The next time I mention a trip to Academy, remind me that it's Todd's turn.