Ubermom's Day-o-Fun!

Ubermom – that multi-tasking woman that I have become – had an entire day to herself. No work. No chores at home. (Well, there were things that needed to be done, but forget that!) And no kids - they were bonding with daddy. It was Ubermom's Day-o-Fun! The possibilities were endless.

I flashed back to my B.C. days (before children) and thought about what I loved to do with a day on my own. One word came to mind...SHOPPING! I remember shopping marathons in my younger days that lasted up to 8 hours. After those mega mall marathons, my sister would always comment on my "shopper's glow" - that undeniable look of pure bliss I would get when successful bargain hunting had occurred.

So on my Day-o-Fun, I donned my Fit Flops, checked my credit card balances (at least I'm practical!) and headed for Ala Moana. What a joy it was to actually cruise through the shopping center - unhurried and unharrased by kids saying "I'm hungry!" or "Can we go to Game Stop?" I went to the stores I wanted to, I had a strawberry smoothie all to myself, ate what I wanted for lunch (sorry, MacDonalds!) and had a fabulous time. I scoured sales racks, tried on overpriced designer shoes, and wondered if lightning would strike if I bought that Dooney & Bourke handbag for only $85 after the 40% discount.

It took me four hours to explore each level of the shopping center - something I can't do on my work-day lunch breaks. There were some cute boutiques (Angry Asian Girl T-shirts! Discounted Harajuku Lovers purses!) The only down side to my Day-o-Fun was wandering into a new and interesting looking store only to find racks and racks of clothes that were sizes 0 and 1. Excuse me, but if you are a full grown woman who wears a size 0, I have two words for you...EAT SOMETHING!! Being more on the Ruebenesque side of the size spectrum, I made a mental note NEVER to enter that store again.

The sun always sets on a good thing and the end of my Day-o-Fun was timed so I would not be stuck in afternoon rush hour traffic. As I pulled into my driveway, my eight- year old Mikaela was at the door, wearing a huge grin and the pajamas she had on when I left in the morning. I didn't want to ask hubby why our daughter had not changed clothes or why the cat was holding a sign declaring "Will work for food." The house was still standing, my kids ate hot dogs and watched discounted movies from Blockbusters, and I was back where I belong. My feet were weary and my credit card balance was elevated, but my kids were excited to see me and the cat was grateful for his kibble. After a Day-o-Fun, Ubermom was ready for the real world again.