Our sainted mother is resting, after a couple of hours at the mall. Nice thing about the mall is the free wheelchairs. We had to get one because our sainted mother (OSM) can't walk very far or for very long. She'd stop, I'd race ahead with the boys then race back to where we'd parked her, only to find her sitting down closer to where we were than where we'd left her.

At one point, I needed to race the boys entirely across the mall to Sears. OSM parked on a bench. "Stay here," I said, "Because once the boys and I are back, I can pull the car up to this door and you won't have to walk as far." "Okay," says OSM, looking tired and wan. I'm concerned, and then relieved that she can sit still and relax while I run the length of the mall with my cherubs.

The boys and I race. Chris cannot find black jeans that fit and have no logos. We all fret. We go back into the mall, ready to dash back to where we'd left OSM, but lo! She had hobbled all the way over to Sears, meaning she'd now have to hobble all the way back as there was no convenient spot near for me to pull up with the car. Dratted OSM :) I park her on another bench, and the boys stay with her ("Make sure she stays PUT this time!") then I sprint the length of the mall and locate the wheelchair sign out desk. The mall is being remodeled so it, like OSM, is not where I expect to find it. But we got it together, wheeled her around rather speedily, and ended up not finding any jeans anyway after all that.

I did however buy Curses for Chris' birthday, which is tomorrow. He likes Munchkin, so I'm hoping he'll like this one as well.

In a few, we're going to head out again, just me and OSM, to find yarn. I took her to the biggest craft store in the area and she had to stop five times before we got to the yarn aisle. I'm not sure how I'm going to get her to the back of the store this go either. Too bad I didn't have the boys bring their skateboards; then we might have propped OSM onto one of them and I could have pulled her along. Maybe next time.