In which Kohl’s lets me down and I cry
March 19th, 2011
I’ve been feeling kind of shlumpy at work ever since I got back from maternity leave. Before I came back after having Miss Mouse, I bought a new wardrobe of sharp business attire and returned feeling like a million bucks. After Buggie’s arrival, I just hauled my existing clothes out of the closet and went about my business.
So tonight I headed to Kohl’s in search of a few new pieces to pep up my wardrobe. And there were a bunch to choose from…in the Junior’s section.
I know I should never have even walked into that section. I know better. I do. And yet, the stuff was so cute that I tried it on…
Let’s just say for the record that there ain’t a single thing in that section of the store that fits the body of a not-yet-back-to-pre-baby-weight mother of two.
I get that I’m not their target audience. I get that. I’m a 29-year-old momma, not a 19-year-old hipster. But there is something so completely soul-crushing about realizing that even the extra-large shirts and pants are too darned small.
In reaction to this horrible experience, I marched into the nearest grocery store and bought Eggo waffles to eat for dinner. Yes, I know that is called emotional eating. Yes, I know that emotional eating is a bad idea. Now please be quiet while I go drown my sorrows in maple syrup.