Friday morning I set out to accomplish one single thing: get a birthday present for Summer's party that night. I usually take Summer to pick out the present for the specific friend, but we ran out of time. All she requested was something related to the movie "Frozen." Considering it is still out in theaters and extremely popular right now, I didn't think that would be an issue. I fed Livi an extra large breakfast, packed a sippy cup, snacks, and made sure my phone was fully charged (for endless access to the Disney Junior app, obvi). I really didn't want to go far or on a big trip, so I figured Kohl's would have something "Frozen"-related. Olivia and I arrive and traipse into the store. I found a cart with the kid seat in front (sometimes hard to find, so a total score). Four meltdowns, spilled raisins, and zero birthday present later, I am awkwardly sweating while trying to just get out of the store alive. Every Minnie Mouse item (Kohl's ratio of Minnie toys to all others is downright shocking) caused a screaming, whining, pleading fit by my oh-so-lovely daughter. I refused to bend and get her a single item, so knowing her you can imagine the rampant distress. I got her strapped in to her carseat, and set off to home weighing my (slim) options. 1. Bite the bullet and just make the trek to Target. 2. Endure what would surely be a horrific trip to Olney Toys. 3. Wait and risk it to see if a neighborhood girl could come over after school so I could run out somewhere. None of these options seemed awesome. As I sat at the traffic light, the massive Kmart sign loomed before me. I apologize if you enjoy Kmart, but this particular Kmart is close to the depths of the grossness of the world. I am right here. I should just do it. I will just shower and scrub all the Kmart germs off me as soon as I get home. Okay. The hope for a quick solution and the knowledge that I will never step foot in there again (meaning I don't care about saving face with a screaming child) filled me with confidence as I made my way over to the right lane to attempt to turn in and find the parking lot. I ended up turning into a 7-11 parking lot, which just so happened to be strangely filled with grown men just standing there. I'm talking over 20 men just staring at this stupid small blonde girl in a ginormous Navigator (Matt informed me later that they stand around and wait for work???). After quickly locking my doors, making zero eye contact, and turning around as fast as I possibly could, I made my way to the proper parking lot and continued on my way. I know this may shock you, but Olivia had roughly three meltdowns as I made my way frantically up and down each aisle with absolutely no sign of anything from "Frozen." The last meltdown hit my very last nerve, so I knelt down next to the stroller to give Olivia (yet another) serious talking-to (because obviously they work so well). Out of the corner of my eye, I see the prize deep within the strange-smelling, dusty shelves. FROZEN. A DOLL. YESSSSSSSSS. I am so relieved, I grab it and nearly sprint to the checkout. After courteously refusing their rewards card (never.again), we got back in the car and finally made our way home.
Now Friday night was Summer's very first evening birthday party. Usually they are Saturday or Sunday mornings/afternoons, but this one was from 6-8pm on Friday. She was super excited about it. As soon as I gave her the go-ahead, she showered, blew out her hair with her very own Hello Kitty blow dryer, picked out her outfit and jewelry (navy polka dot tunic, pink leggings, cowgirl boots, silver sparkly belt and silver heart dangly earrings), and then drew a card for her friend. She was so strangely mature and independent it totally freaked me out/was amazeballs.