A Surgical Strike on Westfields
It may surprise you to know, but Red hates shopping. More than most men. Whist my feelings towards it rely on external forces - time pressures, hunger, child aggravation quotient etc. Red's is basically 90% over the whole thing prior to arriving at the shopping center.
So, to combat this, we make lists. You see, lists equal mini-goals that are probably achievable. And today, was a great example of this in action. We left home - later than planned - and arrived at the local Westfields to find the place crawling with shoppers & their cars. A quick check of Red showed no signs of steam venting from her head. We were off to the best possible start.
All of a sudden (3 hours actually) we were done. Hooray! We all toddled back to the car and headed off.
It's the only way to shop. In and out in the shortest time humanly possible.





