This morning I packed up the Moopa and drove twenty five minutes to the mall. I had a few Christmas returns in the dining room that were driving me nutty.
I also had several post-holiday coupons burning a hole through my purse.
As I was pulling off the exit at 9:50am, a terrible realization washed over me. My stroller, with it's snack tray and child-securing you-shall-sit-so-I-can-shop-in-peace straps, was in my garage.
I quickly remedied the initial stress with a trip through the Starbucks drive-thru. My debacle called for venti.
Next stop was the Target adjacent to the mall. I plopped Moopa in a cart and made record time to the baby aisle. I perused the stroller selection, looking for the least hideous design with the cheapest price. I settled on a pink Cosco umbrella stroller. It required just about no assembly. It screamed "open and go".
I was meaning to buy a new stroller anyway...wasn't I? Something lighter and smaller? With swivel wheels and a small sun shade?
Within 20 minutes of realizing my morning at the mall might play out like a Greek tragedy, the tragedy was averted.
I had a Starbucks in hand and new stroller with a happy Moopa. She was extra smiley because she managed to swindle a new Cinderella phone out the deal.
Have a good one!