Says the long awaited leggings have arrived at TARGET.
Even in my congested condition, I must see this to believe it.
After calling Kirby in the purses and asking, "Where?" AND three trips to the restroom...
That's right. THREE trips to the restroom.
I was in Target for under an hour today and had to take my kids to the bathroom 3 times.
For single people who shop slowly, giggling as you go, oblivious to what mother's go through to get some Spray and Wash, this should shock you and make you entertain our kids when you're standing behind us in line at the check out counter...you standing there calm, unfrazzled, non-sweaty, perusing People magazine to see what's going on with Angelina and Brad...we mothers, franticly trying to get out of the store before the kids realize they finished off all their juice in their sippy cups back on the picture frame aisle.
For fellow mothers, considering I took my kids to the bathroom three times with out abandoning my basket in the Dollar Spot, grabbing my kids and heading to the car, while saying
we come here,
you're all wearing a diaper...
even you Anson"
meant one thing...
I wanted these leggings in a bad sort of way.
Yes, I pushed on, even after three trips to the bathroom.
Even though, like a think-ahead mom, I made them all go to the potty before we started shopping.
Nonetheless, at two different times, two of them had to go poo…
Which means, at two different times, anyone standing near us heard them announce, at the top of their little people lungs…
“Mom. I’ve got to POOP.”
No matter how many times we go over this, they refuse to whisper this bit of information.
I had to take Ashton to the bathroom twice.
First number one.
Then, 15 minutes later, number two.
I mean, really, what are the odds.
It’s got to be the lighting.
I bet they thought I was trying to shoplift my leggings.
And, believe me, trying to explain to a two year old that it would be so much more time efficient if in the future, he would try to coordinate all number twos with number ones is…
In response to that conversation, Ashton screamed in delight…
He was pointing to the Target sign.
I just sighed, knowing, those circles have a sick way of bringing me joy as well.
After all that...
Kirby was right.
I found the leggings.
And guess what…
There are TONS of them.
Racks and racks and stacks of them.
Target is expecting LOTS of people to buy them.
I for one proved them right.
Get onboard people.
Leggings have landed.
My Kirby said they were going to be huge.
And you people doubted her.
That Kirby knows stuff. Especially clothes stuff.
By the way, I wish you all could have a Kirby.
Like, I wish I could wrap one up and give you a Kirby for your birthday.
Last week, she filled my couch with all things cool.
That's what she does.
Kirby is my tie to trendy.
I wore her jeans with holes in the knees.
NEVER have I felt more hip.
My husband pointed out to me that I would probably be even cooler if I didn’t constantly point down to my holey knees and say, to perfect strangers, “Look how cool I am.”
He’s probably right.
If you’re feeling blah…or frumpy…or your hair really needs highlights, but you haven’t had the time or money…just go hole up some of your jeans.
You will feel like Angelina Jolie…
Or like Kirby.
Either way, things will be looking up.
I love that girl. And, I love that I'm going to be wearing leggings soon.
Right after Kirby finds me some shoes to go with them.