Seriously Walmart...Seriously

It's going to be tough to top that last post with Cole "singing", but it's time to address something that needs some attention. But first--some background. I tend to get stir crazy. I'm a SAHM (yes, there is an acronym for everything now! Stay at home mom, if you weren't familiar). Sometimes after Cole is down for the night, as is my hubby because he gets up EARLY for work in the mornings, I like to get out of our little apartment and give my eyes some stimulation aside from the blocks and toy cars I've been accustomed to all day. I hate to admit it--but more often than not, I end up at Wal-Mart. It's close, there is a variety of stuff to look at, and they're open late. As I'm typing this--I realize how lame this probably sounds to anyone with a life, but as is my case, I do not--and therefore, I wander around Wal-Mart because it beats anything on the television. Tonight was one of those nights. I just needed to pick up ONE little thing. It could wait for tomorrow. But why wait for Saturday when I could beat the crowds and get some fresh air for a bit? OH...this is why--when I pulled up in the parking lot, I realized that I forgot to wear my bullet-proof vest, and that I was fresh out of pepper spray. I didn't get the memo, that the cool place to hang out for thugs was right by the entrance of a Wal-Mart store! (OK, fine, they were 25 feet away from the actual door because they were all smoking), but still. So I was brave and got through the doors without incident. Fast forward to me being inside the store wandering around the electronics section, when I see/hear a bunch of ruckus going on. Yet another missed memo! It is no longer cool to hang out at the mall on Friday Nights. Oh no--malls are lame. It is all about Walms, and the interactive video games you can play with your buddies. I probably should have purchased some ear plugs so I didn't have to listen to them and their "colorful language". Needless to say--I had to wander somewhere else. Amidst my disappointment thus far, I do have to say one thing I really LOVE about Wal-Mart, and that is the fact that you can go in your pajamas, with no makeup on, in the middle of the night, and you don't look worse than anyone else there :) I don't mean that in a snobby way at all--but truly, it's much more comfortable than walking into Banana Republic or Ethan Allen where you feel like garbage the moment the employees cast down their eyes at you. Back to my story--next I find myself in the children's clothing department and strain to NOT listen to a mother rebuking her child for their bad behavior...all the while thinking to myself, why in the heck is your child up at this hour? No wonder she's not all smiles and sunshine. SHEESH. Take her home, and put her to bed...the poor thing. It basically went on like this until I got the item I needed to pick up and left. Once again--I had to fake bravery to the car and avoid eye contact with the guys hanging around outside the entrance. Usually after a rant like this, I try to justify my point, as if I need one to yammer on like this over a VERY typical visit to Wal-Mart, but honestly, I don't have one. I just felt like telling someone how ludicrous it was, and well...Danny is asleep!