Yes, I need to tell y'all that up until yesterday, I had been able to escape this joint.
You ask me how was I able to do that with three kids.
All of the toys that the kids have, I was able to get out of other stores. Plus, the boys are 3 and Chi-Chi is soon to be 5, so I have really had no reason to go there.
After making the decision that the kids were too young for a Wii and that they really want a lot of gifts so that they can rip paper, I did what I had to.
I got up at 6:30 am to screams of when is Santa coming. Made breakfast, took a shower and hit the stores. I went to the regulars -- Target, Marshall's, Ross and the Dollar Tree.
As I was leaving the Scrapbook Clearance store which just so happens to be in the same strip mall as Ross, I saw Toys R' Hell.
I figured that all good parents went into this store. I was on my new mission to be a good parent and I pulled into the parking lot.
The lot was jammed packed. I finally found a spot. I make a call to my friend Cat in Chicago and ask her for the tips and tricks to getting out of the place alive.
After my short pep talk, I get out of the car and make the trek across the lot.
I get in and OMG, the lights, the noise, the parents, the grandparents, the KIDS... Why were there kids in this store? Why would you bring your children. Even a Hell R' Us virgin like me knows to leave the kids at home.
I grab a cart and push on.
As I get to the first aisle, I realize that I am breaking out into a cold clammy sweat. I get back on the phone and call Cat. I tell her that I don't think I can do it. That I was in the middle of Christmas Hell and needed to leave.
She reminds me of why I am in the store, accomplish my mission.
Where are the red shirts when you need one? I am standing in the middle of the aisle just lost. I have no idea where to go or what to do. I have no navigation skills at all.
I finally find an employee who points me in the direction of anything High School Musical and the Little Pet Shop stuff.
OK, maybe I can do this. I look and there is a woman who has resorted to taking what ever her 8 year old insists on putting in the buggy and tell him not to do it again, which is soon followed by the "Didn't I tell you not to do that?".
There is a father who has a newborn strapped to his chest, one in the cart, one holding onto the side and he keeps saying to his wife "How much does that cost?"
I looked over the HSM stuff and realized there was nothing that I did not already have or need. So off I go to the Little Pet Shop.
As soon as I turn my buggy to go into the aisle, there are at least 9 women with their kids and buggies pulling everything into their carts and then running to hover in a corner to decide if they really are going to buy it.
I decide to hang back and wait for an opening. As I am standing there in amazement, one mother says to another mother, "You have five of those, aren't you going to share so that we can all get one." The other mother looks at her like she has lost her mind and says, "They will take my money like they will take yours. No, I do not need to share."
Well, you guessed it the one mother reaches into the other mothers cart and just starts taking what she wants. OH MY, why did she do that. I just stood there and realized that it was probably best for me to leave the aisle because a fight was about to open.
I turn to run and there is that mom with the 8 year old who was putting all the stuff in the cart, she now has him by the neck and tells him in that low mama voice, "Don't you touch another fucking thing or Santa is not coming to the house."
I am now hyperventalating and my phone rings. It is my Dad, he proceeds to ask me where I am at. I told him that I was in Hell R' Us and his first response to me was "What the hell are you thinking? Even if they only sell what you want in that store, I would not go."
I told him that I was in the middle of a panic attack and that I could not move. He told me to get out. I actually had to hang up the phone in order to move.
Now by this time, tears are rolling down my face and I am in a complete full blown PANIC ATTACK.
I walked out of there as fast as I could, got in the car and called my friend Cat. I told her that I could not do it. I told her everything and she just laughed.
Needless to say, I got in my car and drove to the other side of the county to get the rest of my gifts.
So, I am done Christmas shopping and I have decided that unless, they are giving it away for free, I will never grace the threshold of Toys R' Us again,
Lesson learned.
until we meet again,