Two weeks ago, Troy watched Jack so that I could have a glorious 4 hrs to myself at the mall. I was on a mission for new work clothes, and a fantastic pair of jeans. What I ended up buying was overalls for Jack. And new Carhartts for Troy. Oh well.
I can't say enough about how great it was to have 4 hours to browse and just recharge. As great as it was, I don't anticipate it ever happening again. "Why", you ask? Because when I'm gone for that long, my child is allowed to leave the house and go in to public looking like this courtesy of his dad:
Black dino hat, blue puffy coat, Santa sock monkey PJ bottoms, and slippers with cars on them. As my Grandpa Q used to say when he took the grandkids public places "don't tell anyone you're with me".