Baby Sales

So, today was the day. I day I have been waiting for for quite a while now. A day that I always mark in my calendar, and do the proper preparations for.

The Farmers One Day 50% off all children and infant clothing.

Now, for those of you who don't know, Farmers is a small scale department store chain that is found in most New Zealand malls. It is one of those stores that you would never buy anything from full price. They often have smaller sales where clothes are 20-30% off, but it isn't very common that they have 50% off.

I am telling you people, it is carnage. Crazy mums pushing people out of the way with their prams, sending kids around aisles to grab things and many small, tired children being dragged around the store for a few hours, trying on hundreds of different things.

Normally I am so prepared for this day. Baby bag packed, a list of things that are needed for both Finn and Dom, and my man's eftpos card (so he can pay for everything).

However, my plans were ruined today. There are many reasons for this:

1. I had completely forgotten the sale was on today. Rookie mistake.
2. Finn fell asleep in the car on the way home from work so I left him sleeping in there and took his bag out of the car.
3. I didn't give myself enough time to write a list. I just went for it.

And, well, it didn't end how I had hoped.

Pulled into the mall carpark, managed to get one undercover and by the door - all is going well so far! Start hooking up the front pack (you never take prams to these sales, they get in the way of manic grabbing) and notice a strange smell wafting out of my passengers butt.

Uh oh, this is a total time waster but needs to be dealt to immediately. Go to grab the baby bag and...it isn't there. I have left the house nappiless and wipeless. Amateur.

The big decision. Do I drive back home and grab them (a good 8 minute drive) or do I pretend I haven't smelt it and chuck him in the front pack. I am sorry to say that I went with the latter.

Walk into the store, all I can smell is my poor babe and his shitty bum. Decide this will be quick. But, oh no, there are so many options! And I need to find a rain jacket for the big boy! I scramble through, picking up, putting down, all the while people are turning up their noses, looking around for the foul smell. I copy them, looking round, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that it is in fact my little stinker.

$112 later, I walk out. Not my best shop, I must say, but definitely some great bargains in there.

Love me a good Farmers sale!

Get to the car and realise that I now have to deal with this smell on the way home and it is bucketing down. This means windows up. Lord save me.