shopping with maya
There are few things more painful than shopping for clothes with Maya. This is because:
- She’s inherited her father’s indecisiveness.
- She has zero concern for time constraints.
- Her love for neon colors goes against everything I know.
- Maya insists that everything is either too tight or too scratchy*, which makes trying on clothes exhausting.
*Maya recently started cutting off any and all clothing labels and tags. Since her Hello Kitty scissors aren’t the sharpest, this has led to holes in just about everything she owns. Which has led to Ali lecturing me that Maya has no clothes and why can’t I replace her holey clothing?
–>There are FEW things more annoying than this lecture.
So on one hand, I admire the fact that Maya can wear her hot pink Nike’s with her orange Target dress without caring she’s offending my sensitive color palate.
I also think it’s great she doesn’t let her watch rule her world, like I do.
But last week, when we were in Chicago and Ali insisted we buy Maya new snow boots? A process that took almost an entire hour? I wanted to scream “For the love of God, will you just MAKE A DECISION?”
I’m still recovering from that painful shopping expedition. It’s been a week.
All that’s left to say is that I fear the teenage years.