Last Saturday I went out to the mall area to do a little clothes shopping for Harper and to do a little grocery shopping at Walmart.
I thought this little trip would be fun and uneventful. I was getting to go shopping without the kids (Randy was watching them) and getting to spend some time "alone."
I was SO wrong about the trip being fun and the reality of the trip was not at all like my expectations. To have thought I was going to be "alone" on a Saturday out by the mall was ridiculous. Absolutely unfathomable.
I went to Old Navy first. Not awful. I made it through. Then I went to Carter's. Also fine.
And then came Walmart.
The parking lot itself was OUT OF CONTROL. I finally found a spot and went in. It was a mad-house. This is also not the Walmart I usually shop at. I had no idea where the items I needed were located. I was lost in a sea of chaos.
I remained calm, purchased my items, and eventually made my way back to my car.
On the way home, I wanted to cry. I have no idea why. I was just so overwhelmed with those few hours that I just about broke down on my drive home. At the same time, I wanted to go home and take a nap. I just wanted to crash (which wasn't something I could have done - we had busy plans for that afternoon and a nap was not in my future).
Suffice it to say that I will not be shopping on a Saturday again. My sensitive-self cannot handle it. The crowds. The chaos. The people. It was all just too much.