{"id":862,"date":"2007-12-12T21:46:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-13T02:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-december-12-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-12-12T21:46:00","modified_gmt":"2007-12-13T02:46:00","slug":"wednesday-december-12-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.michellebeachy.com\/blog\/wednesday-december-12-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday December 12, 2007"},"content":{"rendered":"

Emily and I discovered we were both going to be in town today and it didn’t take long for us to decide it would be fun to have lunch together.  We met at the mall and tried to shop; but we were both absolutely starving.  Shopping and starving do not have any sort of a symbiotic relationship.  <\/font><\/p>\n

I love Greek food and have ranted and raved long enough about one of my favorite little places downtown.  Back in my CCU, order out lunch a lot days, I often chose Cafe Europa.  And always, I got soup.  Sometimes a sandwich too, but always<\/em> soup.  Not just any kind of soup either.  Tomato basil soup.  <\/font><\/p>\n

Within two minutes of arriving I knew I was back in the university area.  Bricked sidewalks, ancient and beautiful architecture, street lamps, and students everywhere.  In trying to go up the steps, I met a 20ish something guy walking out.  He was wearing a t shirt, pajama bottoms, and flip flops.  Anywhere else his clothes could have identified him as something much different then a probably pampered school kid.  “Excuse me.” I said, trying to squeeze Adam and I past him on the steps.  I’m still not sure what I was expecting in response.  I just know it sounded utterly incongrous to hear a rich, well-modulated, “pardon me.”  <\/font><\/p>\n

The tomato basil soup is still perfect.  Eating it brought mental flashbacks of sitting with Shelly on the old green sofa in a microscopic lounge trying hard to restrain ourselves from simply slurping it down in gigantic gulps and hoping no one would code and interrupt our bliss.  I want to go again.  More soup, please.  Another Bareclona.  And somehow I need to find room for the yummy looking greek salad, too.  Maybe I’ll just take a cooler along next time.  <\/font><\/p>\n

Adam was a delightful shopper today.  He was just so good and it made me grateful for all the times I took him along when it would have been so much easier not to.  I think he really is learning what is expected of him in town.  Of course, it helped not to have a list as long as my body.   Every time I get stressed, he acts out.  So tell me, do you get a babysitter or do you take your children with you to town?  I find it so interesting to watch people on this one.  There are the women who almost never get a sitter and the women who seem to get one for every occasion.  And maybe what’s right for one person isn’t right for another.  I remember when town took me almost twice as long with him as it did without him and I got so frustrated.  Diapers, baby food, stroller, no nap, and a grouchy, grouchy little kid.  I was about to give up trying when I talked to my cousin who had three children under four and she took them all with her.  I remember realizing that if I can’t learn to take one, how will I ever take two?  More recently I watch Jo take both boys shopping and I stand amazed.  I am not one bit convinced I could do that and stay sane.  And then when Adam got older and easier because he was potty trained and could eat at McDonalds, there was the whining and impatience and “I want to get down and touch everything and run around” stage and that wasn’t any fun either.  We had some interrupted trips and sometimes I had to go back and finish the next day.  Still, it was hard for me to feel good about making someone else take care of my child so that I could go shopping.  Am I an extremist?  You tell me because I’d like to know.<\/font>  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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