Confessions of a Shopaholic, and the Texts from the Crazy Man Who Loves Her. Plus, Short Twin Video.

 

 

Confessions of a Shopaholic, and the Texts from the Crazy Man Who Loves Her.  Plus, Short Twin Video.

 5-5-2011

 

I could totally relate to the woman in this movie!

I told my husband yesterday, that he should have let me buy Summer clothing last year for the twins, especially since they have the least input of all, in what they are ‘forced to wear’.  For now anyway. 

 

But I don’t think down the line, in looking through photographs, that they’d ever complain!  Mama always cutesy them up!

 

 I did buy the kids a few things last year, but not as much as I wanted to when everything was on clearance, and now things weren’t going to be quite as cheap.  Wasn’t my fault.  I wasn’t the one crying the blues back then.  So he says to me yesterday, “I don’t have the money.  It’ll have to wait.” 

 

I said, “Well, the twins need a couple of outfits until then.  All I got are frilly dresses for right now, and fall stuff that it is getting too warm for.”  (Mind you the frilly dresses were all last year $4.99 on children’s place clearance. MAJOR SCORE!  I occasionally splurge on a Mud-Pie outfit, but am otherwise ETREMELY frugal.)  

 

“Ok, you can go buy a couple things at Babies R Us, but don’t spend over like $50 right now.” 

“Uh huh….”

 

So, I got to Babies R Us, and walking around I saw a gazillion adorable things, most of which were frilly little numbers leaving me saying, ‘If it was only just one.’  Some reading this, will know just what I mean.

 

 I’m sure twin mamas shopping often think about this the same way as when they see something that costs more then what is deemed as being ‘practical’ by the husbands, or even themselves, but with one baby might just have gotten it.  With two it’s a different ball of wax. 

 

Also, when there is only one of one size & style of something that is absolutely too adorable for words, it can be quite devastating.  Oh, I just hate when that happens.  It’s downright depressing.  (I take my shopping quite seriously. )

 

At any rate, there were tons of racks with buy one get one half off already reduced clearance  clothing.  I’ll be so mad if next week it’s buy one get one free, but we know that’s inevitable.  The selection will likely stink though.  At least I am hoping for that , in this case.

  

The dainty twins are still wearing a lot of their 6-9 month stuff, so I primarily bought 12 month clothing.  I love that they are still tiny in stature.  I don’t realize how much so, until I see a large, singleton, one year old next to them.  Then I know.

 

Anyways, Annie started screaming her brains out, as I was trying to calm her and search the racks at the same time.  Not an easy task.  My shopping radar got partially obstructed, and mathematics, was NOT a possibility in ‘Shelly brain’, at that moment in time.  He had handed me plastic.  Oh yes, the sweet plastic card where cash is not needed.  I do not own any of such cards myself, and for good reason. 

 

When a man doesn’t want his wife to spend more then a certain amount, give them the cash, because good deals make me completely lose my head, and add on a screaming baby  AKA chaos city.  It’s quite easy to lose touch with reality in that situation.  My excuse, ‘At this price just buy it.  I can always return it.’  YEAH RIGHT!  It never happens.

 

So I get to the counter, put all my items up on the belt.  Mind you all were on sale..YAY!  Retail is for suckers!  They scan, and scan, and scan, and then there it was.  $165.73..OUCH!  Not to say I didn’t get a ton of cute and practical stuff for that money, because I did.  But it was quite a bit over what I was told to spend. 

 

It’s basically a full wardrobe for them, minus a few little things,  but as I swiped that card, I felt fear and also trouble lurking in the shadows when I returned home.  So quite honestly.. I didn’t!

 

I left with my bags, and took the twins over to the park.  It was a gorgeous day and it gave me some time to ‘think.’  I thought to myself…maybe a text message would make it easier.  (I’m reading it off of my phone right now.  You are getting this all word for word.)

 

“I’m on the lamb.  I’m not coming home.  Lol.”

Hubby replies, “Ok, but there’s an Amber alert out on the cohorts.”  (My daughter invented that name for the twins.)

“Alright then, but you won’t want to find me.”

“Why do I have a feeling that that is true?”

No reply

“Shelly wasn’t really good with the math today, with one baby screaming her head off.   Heading over to checkout..It’s all a little bit foggy, really.”

No reply.

“I don’t know what happened.  *Scratching head.”

No reply.

“Are you on your way to find me, lol?”

“I’ll be there shortly.  I’m at Home Depot.”

“You’re not buying an axe, are you?”

“No.  A chainsaw .”

“Just do it fast and get it over with.”

“No way. SLOWWWWW.”

“I better go back to the store then for one final hurrah.”

No reply.

 

I then contacted 3 of my friends and texted…

 

“If you don’t hear from me again by tomorrow, tell the police that the hubby is definitely involved. :lol: ” 

 

Eventually, the big kids were going to be home, and we needed to leave.  I didn’t want to, but there was really no choice.

 

When I got home he looks at me..

‘What’s the damage.’ 

 I mumbled, “160 something.”

 

I guess he expected worse by my texts.  He didn’t really bat an eye, much to my surprise.  Praise God!  I was going to make it and live after all.  Those bus tickets I purchased to Seattle were no longer needed.  (Just kidding.)

 

Moral of the story, if you know your wife if a shopaholic, never give her the plastic.  Especially, when you have done it a thousand times before with similar results.  I plead innocent every time, because I never pay retail, and I always do really, really good!  We women can rationalize anything, and it’s very hard for us to put a cap on it, when there are great sales involved.  The twins got some real nice clothing.  Basically a full wardrobe until Fall.  I don’t find that too shabby. 

 

Fortunately, momma already bought all of next Fall & Winter’s stuff on clearance.  YAY me.  Now the other kids need a few things.  I think he’s getting off quite easy, to be honest.  If he thinks twins are expensive now…just you wait my dear!  He’s in for a shocker, with 3 girls. 

 

The remaining hair he has now, has only just  begun to speed up it’s degeneration process.  3x’s as fast as any normal man.  I swear boys are far cheaper, but I still wouldn’t have it any other way.  I love my mix!  We can always buy him a toupee. 

 

And now just a quick video of a one sided love story.  Ok,  it might have gone both ways for a little while there, but turned back into the usual, cat & mouse, ‘I chase you, and you run away crying’ saga, but sweet nonetheless.
 

 

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