That one time I had a breakdown while Christmas shopping

Top: F21 Belt: Ruche Pants: F21 {similar} Scarf: Target {similar} Shoes: {similar}

So I attempted Christmas shopping in Portland Monday and Tuesday with Liam in tow. Let me paint just a brief picture for you:

I put Liam in the stroller. Liam cries. I literally zig zag and jog though the parking lot trying to get him to sleep (in the snow/rain). Liam still cries. I get into Barnes and Noble and up the escalator (and at this point I’m sweating). Liam still cries – only louder. I pick him up to calm him down while getting sympathetic glances from other women. Flustered, I try to take all my layers off while trying to comfort Liam and drag the stroller into the ladies lounge. The diaper bag spills out onto the floor. I set Liam down to gather the contents (which makes him cry hysterically). I then proceed to lock myself in the bathroom and never come out.

Ok, that last part didn’t happen, but MAN did I want to lock myself in that bathroom. And that was just a ten minute little peek into our two-day shopping “adventure”. NEVER AGAIN, ladies and gents, never again.

Obviously the photos that go along with today’s post have nothing to do with the shopping crisis that occurred this week. The images would have just been a hot mess and don’t need to be floating around the internet.

Oh, and one last thing, Please tell me – why did every other mother/kid duo I passed in the mall look like they were at Disneyland? Seriously – all smiles or sleeping. To those mothers – I’m sorry if I glared at you.

Here’s to Amazon’s two-day shipping and getting a babysitter (i.e. daddy) next year!