The downtown community in which I live puts on a simply fabulous (NOT amazing…nooooosiree) little event known as Girls’ Weekend. ‘Round about this time each year, the boutiques and restaurants fling open their doors, deeply discount their merchandise, and welcome the ladies of the community to shop and nosh to their hearts’ content.
It is a lovely thing, friends. And I had planned to spend last Friday immersed in Girls’ Weekend while my groom was out of town and The Cherubs were in school.
But, as chance would have it, my beloved Twin B took to feeling poorly on Friday and stayed home from school. This rendered me homebound with him.
Don’t our cherubs always fall ill at the most inconvenient times? Never on the days on which we had planned to lay low, elbow-deep in toilet scrubbing or closet purging.
Funny how that works.
Thankfully, he was better on Saturday and well enough to play in his morning basketball game. My groom was still out of town, and Twin A was at a birthday party, so The Small One and I served as Twin B’s cheering section. And while I outwardly cheered, I inwardly bemoaned the fact that I had missed my window of opportunity to participate in Girls’ Weekend.
Or had I?
As I continued to outwardly cheer, I silently conjured up a plan of action that would get my Desperate self to Girls’ Weekend. At the conclusion of the game, I presented the plan to the boys.
We would go out to lunch!**
We would stop at the mom ‘n pop candy store!**
**As long as we behaved ourselves while we first completed an errand: A trip to Mom’s favorite boutique for a little Girls’ Weekend action.
With this proverbial carrot dangling in front of my sons, we
were dragged by the ears strode purposefully into my shop of choice. I knew, full well, that I was dragging lovingly guiding two bulls into a china shop. That is how badly I needed a shopping fix.
Once inside, however, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I was able to manage a full half hour (oxymoron alert!) of shopping with little more than a peep out of my boys.
How so, you may wonder?
Well. There was the proverbial carrot: Lunch out and the candy store.
I owe a special debt of gratitude to the Naughty Betty card display located next to the register at the front of the store. It kept my nine year-old Twin B and my six year-old Small One occupied the entire time that I shopped. With words of wisdom such as these displayed before their young and inquisitive eyes, can you really blame them? Behold, friends:
You can’t begin to imagine the stimulating conversation that these gems prompted as we sat together at the local deli after I had finished up my shopping.
a) Girls’ Weekend?
Is best when enjoyed by GIRLS.
b) When (a) just isn’t feasible, Naughty Betty’s got your back.