My oldest daughter came in and tried to wake me up this morning, it was 4:30am. Somewhere in my food/sugar induced coma yesterday, I foolishly agreed to take my girls to the, early sales. You know, the ones that start at 4/5 and 6am, and go until 10 or 11, depending on the store. I have to admit there are some really good deals to be found, but, come ON, 4am??? 5am??? even 6 is pretty bad.
So, she tries to get me up at 4:30, and me in my ever so gentle, motherly way, renegotiate… I told her to let me sleep another hour if she wanted to live! My hour up, she was right there, I stalled, I thought of things she could do while waiting for me to get dressed (or get out of bed). My youngest started to bug me every 5 minutes, making sure I didn’t fall back asleep. Ahhhh sweet, sweet, sleep.
We left about 6am, they were so worried we were going to miss out on all the good stuff. I was worried that I might fall asleep driving.
I’m a veteran of these skirmishes. If you’re not careful you can come out missing an eye, even an arm or leg. Those ladies mean business, and they take no prisoners. It’s the standing in line that really gets to you. If you aren’t mentally prepared,… I’ve seen grown Men cry like babies when told they have to hold their honey’s place in line! If you really want to live dangerously, try cutting in line in front of a stressed out, hopped up on caffeine, sleep deprived early morning shopper. Heck, even if she thinks you are considering it, well, let’s just say, it won’t be pretty. Traffic on the road is just as bad, Nascar, but even more competitive, and you better map out your route so there are no left turns!
Almost 12 hours later, I’m home… safe! We had a great lunch at Red Lobster, I scored the good stuff I was dispatched to aquire, I’m in one piece, my car is not scratched or dented, AND I made it home with both daughters I left with! All in all, pretty darn good. We’ll all sleep well tonight, and my girls learned that shopping is not for wimps! HU- RAH! I’m expecting a Metal at least!