11/30/2020
This is so true 💜 So, I was planning to put together a Small Business Saturday sale this weekend, and wasn’t able to pull it together in time because my mama (who was also always last out of the house, every time) was back in the hospital for a few days last week. She’s home again and doing better now.
So for those of you who went out of your way to put an order in on Saturday and think of us when I’ve done *such* a terrible job of even reminding you all that we still exist this year and there wasn’t even a coupon or sale — THANK YOU 🥰 I’m going to include some freebies in all of the orders for you, so if you see this and want to let me know your little one’s age(s) etc, please do.
🌟🌟For anyone else who places an order through the rest of this week, I’ll do the same, and please do let me know age(s) and such in your order comments and we’ll do more/bigger freebies the larger your order is! 🌟🌟
I have quite a few shipments here to get into the online inventory (from Thirsties, CJ’s, Blueberry, Bella B, Earth Mama, Fat Brain and more) so if you’re looking for something in particular please let me know, we still have lots of toys, puzzles and books here that aren’t online too 💜 I’m happy to help with virtual holiday shopping just as I would have in the storefront — just ask!!
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I used to wonder why my mom was always the last one out of the house.
I thought for a while it was because she took the longest to get ready.
I figured she sometimes waited until the last minute.
I had the suspicion she didn’t want to go out in public without her hair done or lip liner on, even though I couldn’t imagine why a mom would care so much, really.
I only recently figured out the answer, having become a mom myself.
Because while the rest of us waited outside, all bundled up in the scarves and jackets and hats she had pulled from storage, or smothered in sunscreen she had smeared on our faces while we clutched the flip-flops and swimsuits she had doled out, and rolled our eyes about how long she was taking—
Mom was filling thermoses with hot chocolate,
and packing picnic lunches,
and making sure the bathroom light was off,
and refilling the dog’s water bowl,
and grabbing a spare change of clothes for us just in case,
and searching through the junk drawer for a coupon,
and taking a hot minute to use the bathroom by herself for a change,
and yes, maybe dabbing on a bit of lipstick.
And whenever she did finally appear, pulling on her jacket as she locked the front door, she was always met with an exasperated,
“Come OOOONNN, Mom!”
To which she would respond by shooting daggers from her eyes.
For the longest time, I didn’t get it. She had started at the same time we did!
Then I became a mom.
And it finally dawned on me that my mom wasn’t the last one out because she was lazy or disorganized or slow or overly concerned about her appearance . . .
It was because she took care of absolutely everyone and everything else before she took care of herself.
And that's just what moms do.