We just got back from a week Down South, visiting the grandparents. It was a good week and everything went smoothly and we had a nice time.
Until the drive home.
Right before we left Sir Monkeypants drew my attention to a flyer at my mom’s house advertising kids’ OshKosh jeans for $10 at an outlet store nearby. OshKosh stuff fits our kids really well and you can’t get it in Ottawa, at least not in the west end. I think there’s a store in Orleans that sells the brand, but considering a hop over to Stittsville qualifies as a day trip in my book, and a visit to downtown is an epic journey requiring the companionship of elves and dwarves, you can imagine how often I get to Orleans.
So we decided to make a super quick stop at the outlet, and then my mom pointed out that if we went just a few extra kilometers we’d come across a Nike outlet that sells discounted kids’ runners. And that seemed worthwhile, too. Meanwhile, we were already planning on hopping off the highway to hit a Crocs outlet that Sir Monkeypants’ brother-in-law had told him about.
Where are all the outlet stores in Ottawa? Are we not worthy of outlets? How is it that Cambridge and Mississauga are lousy with outlets, and yet I have none? I’m pouting.
Anyway, we stopped and shopped, then stopped and shopped, then stopped again, and had some lunch, and all in all it was three hours later than planned by the time we finally hit the road to come home, and then due to the late hour we hit major, major traffic all across Toronto. After two hours of creeping and crawling we hadn’t even gone down a real hour’s worth of road.
So needless to say it was a loooooooong, epic journey home and we really should have brought along some elves and dwarves. By the time we hit our own driveway we basically never wanted to see each other or the van ever again. It’s taken two days just for us all to have a normal conversation with each other.
As a topper, Gal Smiley threw up about 15 minutes after we got home. Although, you could really see that as a plus, seeing as how she a) didn’t do it in the van, and b) even made it all the way to a toilet. Small blessings, people, small blessings.
So now we are home, and ready to pack some last-minute fun into our Summer of Awesome, in between the massive list of chores I have to get us all ready for school. At least all the kids have jeans. And running shoes. (Turns out the Croc place had moved.)
Still no outlet stores, though.