Kids I brought shopping for Easter clothes this afternoon: 8
3-year-old melt-downs: 6
3-year-old escapes: 4
3-year-old requests for expensive merchandise: 17
Times I had to wrench a Matchbox car set from a 3-year-old’s desperate little hands: 26
Times I had to say “That’s inappropriate,” “Stop it,” or “Get over here”: Oh, who am I kidding? More than I could count. More than you could imagine. Tons.
Dollars spent on socks: 60
Kids who still need socks: 2
Arguments I got into about appropriate sandal heel height for a 15-year-old: 1 (but it was a doozy)
Sodas purchased: 8
Red Bulls guzzled: 1
Ready-made pizzas now baking in the oven because there is no way I am making dinner tonight: 2
Times I will be signing up to go clothes shopping by myself with all the kids again: 0