Last week I took my TWO middle-schoolers back to school shopping. Yep. This year I am going to have two kids in middle school - 6th and 8th grades! Craziness.
After a lunch date we made our way over to the outlets. At one store I walked up to the register with my purchase and the sales girl's eyes went big,
"Oh my gosh you look just like Rachel! She works here. Ya, you could totally be her mom!"
Ouch. Her mom? Really?
Thankfully, the sales girl at the next register who had been pulled into the conversation back-pedaled to help out her clueless co-worker, "Oh ya, you look like you could be her sister." Thank you for your customer service.
But really . . . her mom? Thanks for making me feel super old. Yes, I know I have wrinkles and bags under my eyes. But I'm only thirty-freaking-four years old! I am not ready to be compared to an adult someone's mom. Maybe I need a new haircut.
One of the items on my shopping list was church shoes for Conner. My kids have always had pretty small feet and Conner just barely made it into men's sizes. But holy cow, the men's shoes are a whole lot more expensive! At least in the Sunday shoe category. I'm talking, 60-70 bucks. No thank you.
We went in and out of 3 different shoe stores with this same experience. Finally we ended up at Target and I found him a pair for $29.99. That is totally doable. So we bought them - the last item on our 4-hour shopping excursion - and made our way home.
At home we spread out all the goods to show Scott and I told him the story of going to 4 different shoe stores to find something for Conner. "What?!" he replied, as he stared down at Conner with the evil eye.
"I just bought you church shoes last week! And you wore them to church!"
Oh my word.
Apparently, over their weekend in Idaho (while I was in California) Scott had bought the needed church shoes for him. But Conner - being 13 years old - had no recollection of this. When we did the pre-shopping inventory of his closet he even pulled out the new church shoes and told me that they were too small. I didn't question him on it because they were identical to his previous pair that were in-fact too small.
Oh my goodness. So in my earlier post when I told myself that I need to remember that Anna is just 8 years old . . . . I also need to remind myself more often that Conner is just 13 years old and while we may think he's able to function as a young adult, his brain is still working out the kinks.
It's a good thing I like these kids so much.