Hell, 101

Here's the recipe.

Take 3 children to the Nordstrom Rack. Gather a pile of potential school clothes about as tall as the 3-year-old. Take sullen, bored 6 year old into dressing room. Try to convince him that it's in his best interest to try on said pile of clothes. Offer candy. Offer money. Offer to take him to Disneyland. Get through one t-shirt and one pair of jeans. Pray the baby stays asleep in the stroller. Send 3-year-old into separate dressing room with Nana and his own stack of clothes. Trade out the 10 items you were allowed to take into the dressing room for 10 more. Allow 6-year-old to go out and look at each outfit in the big mirror. For 5 minutes. Listen to 3-year-old pitch fit when favorite item is too large/too small/too ugly to possibly take home. Try to remember which pile is the "Yes" pile and which is the "No" pile. Guess wrong. Go back, grab other pile. Return three fourths of the original stack to very patient dressing room girl, try to ignore her look of pity/horror/disgust. Realize that she will probably never have children due to this very experience. Pat yourself on the back for doing your part to reduce overpopulation. Rescue screaming baby out of stroller, hand a pile of something to the hubby, take the kids and run to the car. Don't look at the receipt.

Tomorrow, a new adventure. Shoes.