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I hate shopping for ….

Clothes!

Wait, there is one exception…. gym clothes! I could actually shop for gym clothes all day!

I hate shopping for clothes that are suppose to represent my class and age. I am 29 so I believe that means I was supposed to exit and never return to the juniors section a loooooooooooong time ago. The thing is the ladies department screams OLD LADY to ME! (no offense) So because of this dilemma I decided to shop clothing boutiques for the past couple of years in hopes that I find something that is cute and fashionable. My every day attire can consist of running shorts and an ADIDAS shirt for all I care.

Todays mission: Locate a nice top for the pair of MISS ME jeans hanging up in my closest.

Sounds simple, right!? You have never shopped with me!

That is what I thought too! I was going to run my errands, grab a top, and then enjoy the rest of my time while the kids were in school brain storming and writing.

I make it in to the boutique and browse around. I see a whole lot of nothing that is really just catching my eye. I finally come out of my shell and start throwing things over my arm while making my way to the fitting room. I am taking my time examining each blouse that I try on in the dim light dressing booth. After about 5 different tops and dresses, I decide that the leopard print top is cute, fun, hip, young, and will look great with some rose gold jewelry and my black high heals. I make my purchase and head off to search for the perfect rose gold jewelry to accessorize my ensemble.

Boutique jewelry is like a gillion dollars so I end up at the clearance section in Bealls! I am pleasantly surprised to see a variety of cute shirts hanging in the OLD LADY department. I stop to try them on. It must be my lucky day, because the cute top in the old lady department fits like a glove. Too bad this isn’t dress up attire!  I ended up trying on quite a bit of clothes. This really isn’t my fault it is due to my adult ADHD, OCD to try things on in this particular store, and freedom with out my 5-year-old driving me bonkers asking for everything in the little girls department. I am very picky when it comes to pretty much everything, so after a good hour, I finally find my hodge podge rose gold jewelry set that I pieced together. I remember that self-control is a fruit of the Spirit, deny myself the pleasure of over spending, and put the shirt back in its spot; check out, and go next door to grab lunch.

I feed my starving stomach and then decided it is time to marvel at the spectacular outfit I created his morning. My MASTERPIECE!

 I begin to start trying on my new leopard top, jeans, heals, and jewelry………..and…………………I……………HATE IT!

Ugh……maybe it needs to be tucked in? hmm..No maybe it’s my slopped on make up from the morning rush to get out the door this morning that is throwing me off? I place my Hair up, then let it fall down……nope, nope, nope! The top just does not fit my torso right. The colors of the print do not complement my skin tones. I feel defeated!

I spaze, look at the clock and the remaining minuets of freedom to shop alone, jump in my car and hit the shops back up to return my merchandise. Yes I am one of those who takes full advantage of the refund policy if I am not 100 percent satisfied with my merchandise. I couldn’t help but to pause and be thankful that such policies exist for women who change their minds! I mean it’s kind of what we are known for!

I can’t receive a cash back refund at the local boutique so I decide it would be best to take another look and start the whole trying on process again. With the help of the sweet girl working today, I finally find something that definitely looks more like me! I check out, jump back into my car and glance at the time.

My little shopping adventure monopolized my whole day! It’s time to pick up my littles from school!

My five-year old daughter giggles in the back seat as I explain to her all the fuss of shopping and then getting home and not being happy with my ugly clothes. She insists that I show her what I bought when we arrive home. She leaps into my closet and I gather the top and the cute boho vest to go with. She approves and awes over how cute she thinks it is!

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Maybe next time I should just take her and let her pick my outfit out!

All this mess over one, yes ONE piece of clothing!

Are you as picky as me when it comes to your clothes? What are some of your favorite go to shopping stores?

photo credit: yourrhinestonecowgirl on instagram

xoxo

Leigh Leigh

The Flower child

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Kenna, my four year old daughter, is a complete joy and blessing. She has been a go get her since birth. She is my baby out of the bunch and she has just always had this way about her that oozes free spirit. You would find her shoulder deep in side walk chalk and candy as a toddler, and now her favorite past time is collecting bugs, dead or alive, she doesn’t mind.

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She enjoys the earth and all its dirt and glory, but she still loves to dress up in her princess dresses and put on make up with Momma’s high Heels.

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She may be a “Classy” Flower girl, if there was ever such a thing! She has recently asked me if she could sleep in just her shorts like her brother does! Which I followed up with , “When you are an adult living on your own, you may wear whatever you would like to sleep in, but for now let’s keep the jammies on!”

I promised the kids I would take them swimming when we returned home today from Mommies work out time at the Gym. When we stepped foot in our home, I hurried to make lunches and they scrambled to find their bathing suits. Handling typical Momma pre pool responsibilities, I was the last to get my gym clothes off and get changed, and just like clock where right as I am changing my shirt, Kenna bursts into my room unannounced to announce some nonsense none the less. I really think kids just have this six sense that tells them when Mom is not available and would prefer to remain unavailable to them, you know, bathroom breaks and other sorts! 😉

“Mom!” She blurts out!

I replied with a silent, “What?”

“YOU HAVE BRAS ON?” (Not to confuse you, I am not a freak of nature that requires two, as in plural, bras on at one time, she has always called a bra a bras!)

“WHY MOM!?”

I answered calmly, ” Well of course I do, it’s a sports bra Kenna, Mommies wear those when they work out.”

“WELL I DON’T LIKE THAT MOM, I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN YOU WEAR BRAS!”

At this moment, I am completely puzzled.

“Why Kenna, Why does this bother your or concern you that I have a sports bra on? Remember I told you before all women wear them.”

I almost couldn’t contain my laughter when she responded with such horror in her voice and shock on her face.

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE THE CRAZY MOM WHO WEARS BRAS!”

That was the completion of that conversation. I didn’t even have the words to respond!

I have to say I still sit here giggling just as dumbfounded as I was when the words first jumped off her lips trying to figure out why on earth wearing a “bras” would make me “The Crazy Mom!”

Wasn’t the “The Crazy Mom” the Lady who goes out in public with no bra on!? 🙂

So this concludes my suspicions as to why there isn’t a shadow of the doubt, that I am absolutely raising the next Flower Child.  I sure hope this mind set of hers changes before we hit middle school, or we may just have some bumping of the heads! I have decided it is not a bad ideal to pray for grace now for the days to come with Miss Kenna!

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I love that little girl to pieces! ❤

xoxo

-Leigh Leigh

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Transitioning into summer break with the littles

Tomorrow signifies my first day back at my old J O B. Yes, my teaching duties are over until August and I am back to being a full time stay at home Momma! It always seems like a tense transition. This transition will be more difficult then the past because I had the privilege of having my husband home for the past six weeks!

We are foster parents and his job allows him up to six weeks fmla to help when we have a new child in our home. It was a HUGE blessing to us ALL! I can’t brag enough on him for what all he did for our family. I was working three days a week but was involved with things that kept me out of the house for technically four days out of the five. He cooked, baked, folded clothes, washed the dishes, straightened the house, took kids to the all the intake appointments, completed honey dos, and even grocery shopped! Seriously, he was a ROCK STAR and tonight I am sad because I am going to miss him being here helping me out so much!

MY MAN BAKES AND WASHES DISHES!!

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This week I will concentrate on getting the house cleaned, laundry caught up, a meal plan made, groceries bought, all while juggling a doctors appointment for my daughter and involvement in the activities the last week of school brings! I am excited that I do at least have a few more days to accomplish most of this while my older children are still in school.

I am promising myself that I will not stress on the mess summer brings with the littles home. This will be a peaceful transition as I find my SAHM groove back. This summer I don’t want to concentrate on completing all the lists of things that need to be completed upon the Pinterest SAHM standards, no I want this to be a summer that my kids remember how much fun there Momma was. We will play, we will swim, we will bake, we will go out for play dates, we will makes messes, we will be lazy on some days, we will have fun, all while I am teaching them still to become responsible clean young people.

Saying goodbye to the pressures of being the PERFECT stay at home mom makes you beautiful and free to get what your family needs accomplished first. These needs will change with the seasons of your life. My babies are not going to be little forever and I acknowledge this sad, sad truth.

How are you feeling with summer break days away? How will you transition into having the babies home for summer?

xOxO

-Leigh Leigh