Three sisters, Two shopping lists, and One revelation
by Kim Leady
I did it! I don’t know how I survived, but I have the receipts, sore feet and bruised ego to prove it.
What I’m talking about is a shopping adventure I took with my two younger sisters, three days before Christmas. I know what you’re thinking. What fool would try something she has never done before, under the pressure and congestion of Christmas Eve count down? Believe me, I asked myself that more than once that night.
But, because of life’s little challenges; i.e. jobs, kids, husbands, and money, it took all but an act of Congress just for the three of us to juggle our schedules and plan this kind of trip…(no kids, no husbands, and money to spend) to finish our shopping in the final hours before Christmas.
You see both of my sisters have children much younger than mine. My baby sister, Patty, has three ranging from 18 months to 10 years and Dee Dee has a 4-year-old and a 7-year-old. So you see they don’t have the luxury, yet, to take a couple of hours without the kids and finish their Christmas shopping, especially since most of the elusive items left to find were to be in Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve.
It was the Friday before Christmas and we were to meet at my house and leave around three…we left at 5:10 p.m.. No problem I thought to myself as I pointed our van for Nashville, we could make up this loss of time with clipping ten minutes here and there. I could still have us back to my house by 11:00 p.m.. Wrong!!! Boy was I wrong.
The first mistake I made was sharing my game plan with my sisters. As far as they were concerned, they were AWOL and nothing nor anyone including their older sister was going to haul them back to reality until they were ready to go. I hadn’t even uttered my strategy for our second stop before they took my watch and told me that I could toss my schedule out the window, they had no kids, no time schedule, and lots of shopping to do.
The fact they said “lots of shopping to do” should have sent up a glowing-neon red flag. When we were making plans, as far as I knew, all Dee Dee had to get was a shirt for her husband, the horse riding Barbie and a hockey jersey for their neighbor. And Patty’s list was even shorter than Dee Dee’s. All she was shopping for was a black powder pistol for her husband. And as for me, well all I had on my list was our parents’ gift.
But I was still trying to figure out how, being the oldest, I had lost control over my sisters, the vehicle I was driving, and in short, the next several hours.
The second mistake I made was to think I could herd them through 2 malls, 3 toy stores, and 1 sit-down meal (a meal complete with a waitress serving our food on plates garnished with parsley, not toys) in only a couple of hours.
I guess the moment I gave up being Mother Time was while we were eating and the everyday stress lines began to disappear from our faces. Unfortunately, allowing the time to slip away had us leaving Opry Mill’s Mall at 8:30 p.m., barreling down Interstate 65 trying to get to the new hockey arena in Franklin before they closed at nine. However, I’m happy to report we shoved Dee Dee out of the van in front of the pro shop’s door 3 minutes before they closed. And that included stopping at a fire station to get directions. Now is that good or what?
The next few hours were sort of a blur. I recall shopping at Cool Springs Mall and the Toys-R-Us in Franklin. And I think we drove through Target’s parking lot, but I’m still not sure if we stopped to shop. By midnight we were being ushered out by management at the Toys-R-Us in Bellevue…can you believe they wanted to go home?
As we headed back towards Dickson, Dee Dee and Patty did a quick inventory of the packages. We had managed to get everything on our lists except for the Barbie doll. It was at this time that I had a revelation.
Living and shopping with my husband and our two sons over the last twenty years had transformed my female shopping hormones.
I had not realized that I shop like a man. I go into a store, find what I’m looking for, pay for it and leave. I now know this is all wrong. Here is the correct way, and I know this because my sisters were so kind to perform the correct method that night for me.
First, you go to the store’s area that should have what you’re looking for and then you wonder off toward another area because you see a sale sign, which leads to another area where you see something cool but you don’t need. Only after several hours in the store is it acceptable to finally find what you are shopping for in the first place and buy it.
As I waved good-bye to my sisters who were headed for yet one more store (Wal-Mart never closes) I heard them shout, “Do you need anything?”
Yeah, I thought. I need 8 hours of sleep, two new feet, and a ‘how-to-book’ on marathon shopping.
I hope you have enjoyed this story. It is one of my favorite and was one of the best recieved by my readers.
Kim
PS - this has turned into an annual event, which believe it or not I have come to look forward to. In fact, tomorrow (Friday) is S-day. But fear not...I have gotten much better at this marathon shopping. In the corner of my office is a pile of stuff... mall maps, GPS, shopping lists, sale ads and tennis shoes.

