I hate it.
But my kids love it. And often they want me to do it with them.
I am not the kind of mother who bonds with her daughters by squealing over adorable pieces of trendy outfits. I leave the squealing for the girls to do with their peers. And we find plenty of other fun things to bond over. Like scraping nails down a chalkboard.
My girls know that I view shopping as a necessary evil. For example, I wouldn't have done it today, but I couldn't very well let Orli go to school in flip-flops(which used to be known as thongs, which are now known as skimpy underwear. But that's for another post). The kids all need closed shoes or boots, because after all, sometimes the temperature here dips down to 50 degrees!
Of everything I hate to shop for here in Israel, shoes are by far the worst. They are fairly expensive at the cheap stores; at the more expensive, higher quality shoes tranlates to a huge increase in price. But shoes it was. Oh, joy.
Luckily, I managed to score a pair of boots and two pair of shoes. For the price of half-a-month's rent, but still I was pleased to get this done.
And in the nick of time, too. I had just about had it. Which was confirmed when Tali said to Orli, "You better choose which pair of boots you want. Mommy's getting cranky."
How do you feel about shopping?
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