I admitted this to some girlfriends the other day and they all looked at me like some sort of traitor to my gender, as if I’d confessed that I secretly detest Ryan Gosling or can’t stand chocolate.
My sister dislikes chocolate. I hold firm that she’s adopted from some alien colony.
I just never found retail therapy all that therapeutic. Especially after I had kids, I started trying to minimize my stops at various locations. Hauling children in and out and in and out of the car gets a little old.
Don’t get me wrong, I like stuff. Stuff, I am ALL about. It’s the going multiple places to get the stuff that I could stand less of. Because I’m always thinking about what other cool things I could be doing with my time.
Things like traveling with my family.
Or seeing nature.
I’ll be honest, I don’t really know what’s going on in that last one.
Anyway, I’m always in favor of finding tricks to get more errands done in less time: things like using multi-service stores that cater to the numerous needs of my husband, myself, my kids and the pets. If a single store helps me check off what would have otherwise been multiple stops, that’s hours I’ve been given back in my day.
So we can spend less time shopping, and more time doing this.