Shopping from the Bench

To say I hate shopping is a bit of an understatement. It's like trying to get a kid to go to the dentist after describing to them there will be needles and tooth-pulling involved. Sister one and sister two beg me to go shopping often. They plead and bargain, reminding me that they will only shop a short time (uh-huh) and that I could get a coffee or coke if I want (perhaps). They promise that all chores will get finished right after we get home (right).

When the girls were younger, my husband would take them shopping. Yes, you read that right, husband & shopping. He actually likes it. We're a strange couple. But somewhere along the way, they started wanting me. And while I was flattered, I had this sinking feeling of losing a really good thing. But since I love my girls and enjoy spending time with them (minus shopping); I've tried to quit whining when they ask and be a good sport about it. We've come to a compromise that works pretty well.

It's definitely to their advantage to choose a shop with a cafe or a bench. I drive to the shop listening to my music (remember the bargains?). They oblige with a few rolls of the eyes and a bit of tsk-tsking. When we arrive, they escort me to a chair in the cafe or a bench to sit quietly with my book until they need me (aka opinion or money). I enjoy the little interlude until I'm needed.  Eventually they send a text to come to the dressing room or they stop by and show me a pair of shoes or some item on their list. Shopping from the cafe has been a wonderful compromise. And while I'm trying to learn to love shopping (Lord, help me), they're allotting me grace to do it this way . . . for now. I'm thankful for that grace in this one simple life.