Someone explain to me what would posess me to take my children to Nordstrom Rack. Where the clothing racks are so close together that their small shopping carts can barely, if at all, fit in between them. And why I would think bringing Goldfish in baggies would be a good idea. And why I decided to go into the dressing room and let Lauren get out of the cart. Where she decided it would be a good idea to take a peek underneath at our dressing room neighbors. And then scream at the top of her lungs when I got mad at her for being rude and put her back into the cart.
All for the sake of the sale, for the possibility of the best deal ever - the chance that some BCBG shirt normally $158 will be on sale for $39. But I STILL won't buy the shirt, so why even go? What can I say, I'm a glutton for punishment.