For some unknown reason we thought it would be great fun to pack up the car with the little boy and head to the north Georgia mountains. There are a couple wineries we enjoy visiting up there, and one was having a holiday BBQ. There is also an outlet mall along the way.
What could be better than wine, swine and some discounted retail therapy?
We headed out late in the morning on Saturday, thinking it would be best to hit the outlet first, then head further north to the BBQ in the early afternoon.
Adam is not a good traveler. For one thing, he hates being strapped down in his car seat. For another, he seems to have inherited his mother's motion sickness gene. I won't go into detail, but it seems any trip longer than 30 minutes involves puking from the back seat. And that's just not a good thing.
Needless to say, we were a bit frazzled when we pulled into the outlet mall parking lot.
It was hot. Two-year olds don't like to shop. There were people. Many, many people.
Seems we had set ourselves up for misery.
I'd suggested to Doug that I'd like a little trinket from the Coach outlet store as a belated Mother's Day gift. All puking, heat, and swarms of people aside... I was on a purse-seeking mission and I was not to be deterred.
If there were 3,000 people at the entire outlet, I think 1,500 of them must have been in the Coach store. Mercy, it was a frenzy in there. Somehow I managed to attract the attention of Trudi, Coach employee of the month. She tried to hard-sell me on almost every color, style and price point in the place.
Finally I decided on a few things and did the toddler switch-a-roo with Doug so he could pay for it and I could run after the boy outside and
The zig-zag line in the store was long. But he was a good sport, waiting patiently to pay for something I'm certain he thought I could live without.
When he emerged with the bag I thanked him and he said, "No problem at all. I was perfectly happy waiting. It was air conditioned in there."
Ever the practical and wise man.
We decided to skip the winery. We were exhausted, hot and tired. We figured the little boy would nod right off once we got the in the car.
That didn't happen until we were ten minutes from home, which made the rest of the day a sleep-deprived circus for us all.
Fireworks took on a whole new meaning at our house Saturday afternoon.
But at least we had air conditioning.