Tomorrow I'm going to Vegas for an abrieviated spring break with my youngest daughter. She is my shopaholic child and someone I traditionally shop with when I'm blue. She asked to go to Vegas and buy her prom dress and the working mommy guilt kicked into overdrive and I said yes. What I didn't realize at the time was how hard it might be for me, and we haven't even gotten there yet.
I should be packing right now, but instead I'm wondering where to start. Traditionally I would just throw whatever I felt like into the suitcase, knowing full well it would be fine to forget something, I'd just go out and BUY IT when I got wherever I was going. In fact, forgetting something freed up some measure of guilt fover shopping.
"Whoops, I forgot a long sleeve tee to wear with these shorts, I'd better run right down to H&M and get one."
The logic works. But not in these new times. Now I have to spend the better part of tonight trying to figure out what goes with what, or I'll be walking around Vegas looking like a dork with blue shorts and a chartreuse shirt.
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