First, we tried to get a library card, but all the libraries were closed on Friday…what the heck is up with that. Budget, smudget. Get the rich to pay their fair share and the library can be open every day.
Then, we did my errands. And then, we went to the mall…da-da-da-dum….
This was the first hour and I was already out of focus.
There was lots of shopping. There was one dress that I wish we had bought because it was perfect on her…her response, “where would i wear it”. and I didn’t have an answer because I’m not sure the question was relevant, but we left it there.
This was the only thing I had to buy that I didn’t like and it was only $5, so no harm, no foul.
We had lunch; a panini for me and a fruit smoothie for her. And, then we shopped some more. I actually got a shirt for $7, so yay, me. I got something, too.
I did an awful lot of this.
It was early and this was the first of several bags I ended up hauling like a donkey.
And, I signed my name a bunch of times.
Then, we did a makeover at her request.
And, we hit the clinique booth for acne treatment. It’s what I used to use, so I feel good about it. Hope it works as well for her. Course, they don’t sell the same stuff they had when I had acne. But, we managed to spend a small fortune, in hopes that the first day of school will be a “clear” day.
And, then I surprised her with a manicure. Was supposed to be a mani/pedi, but she was ashamed for them to see her feet??? What’s up with that. She’s 14. What could be wrong with her feet. But, if she didn’t want to show them to the lady we were paying, I’m not asking to see them. We went to the salon that’s owned by on of Syd’s friend’s parents (did I punctuate that right?), so I felt good about it, but heavens, a mani is expensive for what it covers.
And, now, I’m going to take a nap, because this old man is plum tuckered out!
Lots of sale clothes. Girl knows the value of a dollar.
My feet and legs ache, like all get out. I refuse to cook supper.
Checkbook empty. Girl happy. Special day with dad.
Priceless.
Lane
12 comments:
Sounds like a wonderful Father-Daughter day and I hope Sydney really appreciates it. I bet she does.
What a special day! Glad you survived! :)
Yay! Love the sale shopping, love that you made the day about her, love the mani (except I'd pick a pedi any day over a mani; maybe she didn't shave her legs this morning. Oh, and your punctuation was right), love the time you to spent together, love that she is happy, love that you're not cooking.
xo -E
It's nice that you got to spend some one-on-one time with your daughter, and how nice to throw in a few special treats.
I have to take this opportunity to remind your tired aching feet and legs...
"Your gonna miss this......" as the song goes!!!! Make those memories while you can because all too quick, they are self sufficient and can carry their own bags without you!!
I smiled through this whole post!! Order pizza...relax!!
You did good Dad, you deserve to put your feet up.
It sounds like you had a wonderful day with your beautiful daughter. You did all the right things with her. I bet she felt like a real princess. I would love to see her facebook page tonight!
More than a special day with Dad, that's for sure! Your relationship with Sydney is amazing and I am happy for both of you! :)
You did well Lane! The other girls must envy Sydney her cool Dad, I know I do.
For future trips, you might consider a shopping trolley on wheels like us British gals, it would save your arms from stretching like a chimp LOL
I have a sensible green one, but have been eyeing up pink zebra skin!
What a great dad you are!! Tuck the memory of today in the back of your mind, because as high school starts up, things will get stressful, and you will need to remind yourself that you are doing a LOT of things right, and you are raising a wonderful young woman.
I'm so glad to hear you had a great day with your daughter, especially since you were a little nervous about it on your "Grumpy" day! I have to say, I read this post with a little pang of jealousy. I have two sons and I love the snot out of them, but I'm never going to have a day of shopping for dresses and cosmetics and mani/pedis with them. I've actually tried -- you'd think a 9-year old boy who plasters temporary skull and crossbones tattoos all over his arms, neck and forehead would JUMP at the chance to get blue streaks in his bangs and black toenail polish, but no dice. :-(
You did good.
And Syndey is one lucky girl
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