I blame the kids for a lot…lack of sleep, the ability to eat a meal one handed in less than 10 seconds…
But there’s a lasting result of children that I’m not sure how I feel about yet. My ability to window shop and wander has all but disappeared.
I used to go shopping with my mum for hours. I’d tag along while she browsed the racks, I’d have a little looky or maybe just wander. I can’t do that anymore.
The thought of shops and shopping centres send a chill down my spine unless I have a detailed plan of attack, a steady supply of snacks and the detailed mental map of all the toilets and parents rooms available.
I can’t wander anymore. I feel lost unless I have something to look for, and I blame the kids. The harrowing experience of shopping with small children has so scarred me that I have lost the ability to free shop, to enjoy the experience of having no purpose, no direction.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. Do I miss the aimless meandering of random stores or am I able to better use my time with planned manoeuvres and per-researched trips? I don’t know. Perhaps once the shopping experience becomes less stressful as the kids get older, I’ll learn to drift again.