Crazy Mervyn's Sale!

I got a phone call today from my friend Christa that she was at Mervyn's and would be unable to come to storytime at Russos. I was bummed that she and Peyton couldn't make it so we went to storytime alone then rushed over to Mervyn's to see what all the fuss was about. They are having this crazy buy one get two free on clearance stuff. WOW! You know what a great deal it is. Let me put it this way. I got Lyndsey 3 pairs of shoes. Each of them were 6 dollars but because they were clearance I only had to pay for one pair. THREE pairs of shoes for 6 dollars.

I then went back to the clothing section. I found 3 dresses for 6 dollars a piece and 3 shirts for 2 dollars a piece. Normally I would just pay for it all in one lum sum but today I mad everyone mad and did separate transactions to save some money. I paid 8 dollars for three dresses and three shirts for Lyndsey. What a bargain!

Final total was 14 dollars for 9 items. Everything was for next fall so I bought big.

A trip to the store can never be easy with a toddler in tow. During our shopping adventure I keep hearing Lyndsey say, "potty, potty, potty, poopy, poopy, poopy" and of course I continue to quickly search through all the piles of clothes in hopes of getting what I want before some other crazy shopper gets to it first. I then here, "MOMMY, EWWWWWWWW!!!" I look down much to my suprise, Lyndsey has a huge mound of poop that she is holding in her hand. I start freaking out as she has poop everywhere in the middle of the store to find ONE wipie left in my purse. My first though, "Dear Lord how am I going to do this?" We rush off the the bathroom and I frantically am trying to use toilet paper to clean her bum. Poop particles are flying everywhere. On me, on the floor, on the stroller, on her pants, on her socks! YUCK! Of course I didnt bring a change of clothes so we get cleaned up and finish our shopping with Lyndsey in a diaper and a shirt and me carrying poopy pants and socks. The lady at the counter told me that she was unable to give me a bag but to ask the office. I go to the office and the man continues to tell me that he can't give me a bag for the poopy clothes I have in my hand. By this time I'm frustrated, sweating, and tired. Lyndsey is crying, and I have a stack full of clothes that I still need to wait in line for. Finally the lady hands me a bag for the poopy clothes.

The trip would have been much better if we could have avoided the poopy explosion but I'm still glad we went!