When the going get’s tough, the tough goes shopping..sorta.
I had a $50.00 gift card for my favorite woman’s store I had received from Dave for Christmas. I was holding off on spending it till I was decently postpartum so I would know what size I am. Anyways, I needed to get outta the house last night, and since E. had just woken from a 3 hour nap I figured she would be in a good mood, so I packed us up and headed to the mall. I guess I hadn’t calculated into this equation that she is happy when in my arms and that wearing her would prevent me from trying on clothes. So I tied her to Dave, who agreed to walk her around the mall while I tried on clothes. Evangeline was not down with that plan (surprise surprise) and screamed bloody murder (no seriously, she turns burgundy from yelling with such force) and Dave showed up at my dressing room visibly shaken with a pissed off baby. I knew that in order to complete my mission and get some new clothes we would have to move fast and work in tandem, so I nursed her til she was sleepy, handed her back to dad, tried on two pairs of pants, took her back-crying again, nursed her again for 10 minutes to calm her, handed her back, tried on 2 more pairs, chose the pair and top I wanted, took the angry baby back, handed Dave my purse with gift card, debit card and clothes and sent him to check out while I finished nursing her in my changing room til she was calm enough to leave, Oy.
Well the staff thought it was hilarious, as did a few of the customers, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I got my jeans so I was successful in the end, though not without many obstacles LOL. Now to figure out how I get my seriously much needed haircut.
I wonder if and when this ‘I Hate Daddy’ thing will wrap up, it’s been 2 months now. He isn’t a stranger, he co-sleeps with us and is home a lot, always trying to get into her good graces but he just can’t seem to succeed. Poor Dave.