It’s back to school shopping time and I spent a good chunk of my weekend shopping. Intrigued by promises of ”easy, no-hassle, free delivery, right to MY door, saving me time and money” I decided to try my luck with online retail. That’s right FREE delivery. I was tempted. Convinced even….
At this point, I would say that the time savings are somewhat questionable….
I spent over an hour browsing (not as easy as you would think it should be)….and I still had to wrestle with the kids to get them to try their current clothing on for sizes. Either the size 4s still fit or we need to move up a size, or maybe two? I suppose this was relatively painless compared to change rooms at the department store, and it was nice for the kids who didn’t have to miss an episode of “Super Evil”, but a chore none-the-less.
And then let’s not forget the agonizing 20 minutes at the computer with my daughter over my shoulder deciding between the pink hoodie with pink tights and the white ‘peace’ hoodie without tights. Ah…those peace signs would have matched her bedroom décor, this was rather emotional. In the end, coordinating tights won over matching her bed sheets. Unfortunately, Old Navy was out of the matching tanks in her size in all colours. (Or rather, thank goodness we did not have to make a decision there too.)
Now we impatiently await the items ordered to arrive and have a marathon try-on in the comfort of our own home (I have marathon on the brain these days).
I am having visions of packaging and clothing thrown about 2 bedrooms and a hallway. Piles of ‘fits”, and piles of “take backs”. I’m just crossing my fingers that I’ve actually estimated my kids growth against the size charts properly and the “take back” pile is a small one.
It wasn’t until just now that I realized what I have done. I may have totally snookered myself. It’s one bit of annoyance to have to return anything that does not fit, it’s a whole other sort of annoyance if I will need to spend another afternoon at the mall replacing everything just ordered with clothing that does fit (confirmed with an instore try-on). This annoyance only further aggravated, if (and let’s hope this is a remote if), by the very fact that I would have more time to do this, since time spent waiting for the order to arrive certainly could have been spent actually shopping. Invariably this may mean dragging the kids to the shopping centre with me – again. But this time with urgency and a itemized purpose.
I will have to start negotiating in booster juices and legos.
Regardless, and since we are still waiting, and since I am a relatively optimistic person, I decided to take the kids shopping this past Saturday for “one” special outfit and back to school shoes.
I suppose I needed to shop purely out of custom. It is possible that back to school shopping could be one of the most treasured recurring events of my childhood. Definitely right up there with Christmas. I’ve been indulging this ritual long before I had school age children. Each end of summer I visit the regular price racks in my favourite shops for something new. There has been no NEED for a new outfit, especially at my age, but certainly a childhood expectation NEEDED to be satisfied. (Clearly I am supporting the development of the feelings of entitlement that go with “back to school shopping” in my own children. I’m sure I will pay dearly for it as they get older and start expecting and demanding the yearly spree.)
Truthfully, my kids were absolute angels. No fighting, no begging, no complaints. A rather painless shopping experience. All the online shopping I had just completed must have eased the pressure of “getting it all done in one go.” We just needed shoes and a few things – not 6 pairs of jeans/pants, 3 skirts, 2 dresses, and well over a dozen tops in various sleeve lengths, fabrics weights, with buttons or no… and don’t forget the tights….
….I’m still crossing my fingers…..
The highlight of our shopping trip….my daughter’s choice in footwear this school year….
Yes, yes, I am proud. She chose these over sparkle and bling, over cute and strappy.
These are likely the most expensive pair of shoes I have ever purchased for her. I’ve asked her to save them and keep them clean. Actually I would like her to keep them in pristine condition – but since I run outside in mine, I really can’t argue with her on this point.
So I guess, mommy needs to stick to her running schedule. Someone is watching and taking notes. Inspiration? – yes. But I can’t help but feel a little tinge of disappointment to realize that this something that I found for me – isn’t just for me anymore.