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Amanda Lamb: Inching my way

Posted September 11, 2011

"Mommy, the store is about to close," my oldest daughter squealed into her cell phone.

"What time?" I barked back into my phone.

"7," she said as I looked at the clock on my dash board.

"Tell them I have my credit card in my hand," I said as I deftly maneuvered a turn with one hand on the steering wheel and dug in my purse for my wallet with the other hand.

My husband was in the restaurant next door to the dance store ordering dinner. My oldest was helping my little one get new ballet and tap shoes. I was, as usual, late. I ran into the store at 7:03 p.m. full of apologies as the cashier reached for my credit card that I was waving in my hand. The girls sat on a bench in the shoe area with arms crossed eyeing me with a palpable look of disappointment.

"I made it, right?" I said as I rushed passed them to the register to pay.

"Barely," my older one muttered under her breath.

After a quick dinner of Mexican food next door, I gave my husband his assignment.

"She needs her bangs cut, just a half inch, get them out of her eyes. And she needs a one-inch binder," I said as he nodded solemnly. I was taking my other child to buy school clothes as she had appeared to have grown six inches overnight.

As my husband and youngest pulled out of the parking lot, I took a deep breath. Sure, my life is crazy, but somehow it all works out with the help of my husband and daughters, who are becoming increasingly more independent, helpful and responsible.

"Don't worry, Mommy," my youngest yelled out the window from the backseat of her father's car. "I got it covered. One inch off my bangs!"

OK, so maybe it doesn't always work out.

Amanda is the mom of two, a reporter for WRAL-TV and the author of several books including two on motherhood. Find her here on Mondays.


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  • FromClayton Sep 14, 2011

    ohhhh your getting slamed on that making the store clerk stay late thing, and it's probably a fair call. I hope you did thank them for staying late for you.

  • Nicsnanni Sep 12, 2011

    lol, thank you, my heart was pounding as I was reading about you dashing into the store, I love your stories.

  • Toogie Sep 12, 2011

    Cute story, I'm dying to know how the bangs came out!!

  • blahblahblah Sep 12, 2011

    Ditto carolinagirl's comment. I hate when a customer comes to the register after the store is officially closed and they literally laugh, like it's some sort of joke that they are in the store when it's closed. Teach your children to respect other's by doing it yourself first.

  • Ilovemyboys Sep 12, 2011

    I have to agree with carolinagirl28 on this one. You didn't make it... not even 'barely'. You were there after the store should have been closed. Your husband was quite capable of paying for the shoes, and should have, while the family waited for you to show up for dinner. Or maybe he and the girls should have arrived earlier to make the selection and pay. The message you were sending was that the cashier's time wasn't as valuable or as important as making sure your family's dinner was ordered. And if you don't really care about the cashier, there's still the fact that your girls were disappointed in you.

  • ncguy Sep 12, 2011

    sounds like daddy needs a treat

  • NiceNSmooth Sep 12, 2011

    "Tell them I have my credit card in my hand," I said as I deftly maneuvered a turn with one hand on the steering wheel and dug in my purse for my wallet with the other hand.

    so your driving while on the phone and rambling through your purse? which hand was one the wheele? lol

  • carolinagirl28 Sep 11, 2011

    As a working mom, I can understand running late, and I definitely understand delegating certain tasks to the kids and husband in order to get everything done on a crazy day. Trust me, I feel your pain on this! But...as someone who works retail, I can also tell you that it is completely obnoxious when people come in after closing and expect us to stay late for them. We have been at work all day, too, and standing on our feet for hours - we're tired and ready to go home so that we can take care of our own families! Not to mention the fact that we're generally not getting paid for any extra time we spend serving you after hours. Five minutes may not seem like much to you as the customer, but when it happens to us with someone different every single day, it adds up. Maybe your husband should have been paying for the shoes before the store's closing time and ordered dinner a few minutes later.