The Queen's Rambles

Everything I had to say tonight just flew right out of my head. You guys know I’ve been blogging for years. Years and years and years. Long before anyone ever thought of the word blog. Back when it was an “online diary.” Sometime early on I started reading Kitschin Logic. Kathy is hilarious, honest, cynical and the type of person I would love to hang out with. She was diagnosed with breast cancer today. All of my problems seem pretty insignificant compared to that.

Sorry to be a downer.

So what did we do today? Like it matters?

Somehow my darling son decided to skip the 4T phase of clothing. I bought him clothes. They were too big. Now it’s time for him to wear them and they are too small.

I started the search for size 5 clothing at Macy’s since I had a big ass coupon. Usually I can find really cheap, plain clothes for him there. Stripes and stuff. I like stripes. Today? Nothing but skulls. I know I am kind of a nazi about his clothes, but no way is my four year old going to wear skulls on his clothing. The only non-skull clothing was “distressed vintage tees” that looked like someone had dug them out of a garbage bin.

Eventually we ended up at JCPennys, where I impulsively decided I had to have a reprint of the black and white photo Mike gave away to my sister-in-law. I think I was royally screwed by the woman giving me an up-sale, but in a couple of weeks I’ll have the picture in an artsy-fartsy frame. I was having buyer’s regret because I thought a black frame would look terrible in my house, but when I walked in I noticed that I have a ton of black frames in my living room. I don’t feel quite so screwed now. Still, I probably could have lived without the picture. I have others.

I also found clothes for Erik, my main objective. Most of their boy clothing revolved around rock bands and guitars. Skulls, no. Guitars, yes. Erik has a new wardrobe. I hope it fits him for more than five minutes.

I also let him get a Spiderman shirt. Gag. It came with a toy car and he played with it all night. At least it made him happy. My control over his wardrobe is not going to last much longer, especially the “no licensed characters” rule.

We ended up spending three hours at the mall between clothes shopping for him and me, having lunch, and playing at the play area.

Speaking of the play area!

Some grandma pushed Erik and told him to leave her grandson alone! It was a gentle shove, and I just stayed in my seat since he didn’t seem upset, but I was PISSED. I knew if I went over there I would go crazy and start a scene and I didn’t need to do that.

The woman’s grandkid was probably 2. He was really shy and didn’t want to play on anything. Erik went over and started talking to him, then was trying to show him how to play. He didn’t touch the kid and was not being rude at all. I don’t think the kid liked him talking to him, but the grandma could have just told him he was shy and wanted to be left alone. She had no business touching him. GRRRRRRRR!!!

At least she wasn’t just rude to Erik. She was rude to a dad who was just sitting there minding his own business, telling him that he was in her grandson’s way. Uhhhh. No, lady, your grandson is just walking around a public area. Eventually she left because the play area was “too crowded” and the kids socks were getting dirty. There were five kids there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so empty.

People are crazy.

In the interest of full disclosure, I know Erik is not always a perfect angel. We left the play area shortly afterwards because Erik knocked down a little girl. I think it was mostly an accident. They were playing and getting rowdy, but she was a lot smaller than him and he had no business pushing her.

And then he wet his pants.

It was a good thing we had just bought new pants.

You want to hear something creepy? We went into the family bathroom and there was a reusable grocery bag sitting in the sink. It was tied shut, but I could see what looked like a fur hat or scarf through the opening. I wanted to open it to see what it was, but I was afraid it would be a dead baby so I left it alone. I kept watching and listening the entire time we were in there to see if the bag moved, but it didn’t. I didn’t smell anything or see any blood. I probably should have notified security, but I figure I am a really paranoid person right now and it was probably nothing. I hope I don’t read about an abandoned baby being found in a grocery bag tomorrow.