Friday, October 26, 2007
I've got this weird obsession with flyers - you know the annoying flyaway inserts that come the in the local newspaper once a week to advertise all the sales for the upcoming weekend and week? I live for them. Every Friday morning, I sit with my coffee while the little Girl catches up on her morning Treehouse TV, and flip through looking for specials at the grocery stores, Future Shop and Best Buy, Toys R Us, the department stores, Wal Mart, Home Depot, Crappy Tire etc ... although I do draw the line at the lighting and furniture inserts (hideous is too nice a word - sorry, I guess I'm being a design snob here). And especially Sears. Funny thing, though, I hardly ever shop at Sears anymore.
I think this habit started after I had Lboy. Sears has a great baby section, and I would take him there quite frequently when I was on maternity leave with him. He was such a great baby to shop with; never fussed, always smiling and laughing up at me. As a mother of a newborn, one of the hottest consumer segments, I was always open to shopping where there was a good bargain - burp pads, feeding supplies, sleepers, Tiny Love toys specials - Tiny Love never went on sale unless at Sears. At least back in those days. The Sears stores themselves were the first that I found to be baby-friendly as well, with well-lit nursing rooms and doors that could close if you needed the privacy.
I went back to work when L was 9 months old - back then we didn't yet have a one year maternity policy here in Canada. I managed to negotiate a four day work week. You can't imagine the difference that Friday off made! And for the next 4 years, Fridays were Mommy and L boy day. Occasionally we would get to Sears on that day, but more often than not, it would be for his programs or other fun things to do. Just the two of us.
When our little princess was born, it brought renewed interest in Sears (after all, a baby girl can't spend all her time wearing her older brother's distinctively blue wardrobe). And now that I'm home full time, I'm poring over the grocery specials, doing a happy dance if I can save a buck on a 16-roll package of Cashmere toilet paper. Such is my sad existence (your heart bleeds ...)
I can't let it go, even though the kids are fast becoming less baby, more hard-to-please children. So perhaps that explains my flyer tradition. As that stage of our lives slips away, it's my weekly flashback of my life with baby.