Picture this:
-Two strollers
-Two hungry babies
-Feeding them in the couch section
-A blowout
-Changing them on a bench because the family restrooms get more action than a subway turnstile
-Trying to get 2 bottled waters with all those lanes and 2 strollers
-Jessie lifting a chair off a high shelf
-Pushing a stroller and pulling the cart behind us...one cart turned in to 2
-Me pushing the strollers back and forth to keep the babies happy when Jess forgot something and had to run and get it
-Self checkout...need I say more
It was an absolute crack up. Then (Jessie doesn't know this yet) I'm convinced I parked on a different level than she did. I go to the other parking deck and it's a crime scene waiting to happen. No one is around, it's dark, and the freaking elevator won't come back down to get me and my worried child.
I don't think I've ever been so exhausted from a shopping trip! We did however get some great buys, which I will post about later. Until then, sit back, relax, and be thankful you're not at Ikea.
source:aeropause.com
sorry no pictures...didn't exactly have a free hand!
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