Musings from the Greenhabilitator...
"I have to do this." I thought as I unscrunched my face and tried to camouflage my disgust. Deep breath. Here we go.
"Welcome to Walmart" said the greater. I managed to grunt and force a half smile, making a bee line towards the kids department.
After weeks of looking at thrift shops, we were still without the serious snow gear that our 5 year old daughter needed to survive the cold, hard winter here in the mountains of Colorado. We got three feet of snow earlier this week (yeah, in October), which made for awesome sledding over our two days off from school. Unfortunately, the two older kids had to take turns using the snow suit and boots (lucky for us they're the same size).
Today when we dug out I made the decision to break the Compact and get Macy the gear she needed, rather than hoping it might come to me serendipitously.
Walmart is probably one of my least favorite places on earth for a variety of reasons, but it's the only store in our little mountain town. There was a time I could brag that I hadn't set foot in a Walmart in several years. Not that boycotting Walmart somehow made up for the love affair I had with Target. But that's neither here nor there.
Today I was disappointed in myself for not finding a second-hand option, I was grumpy that I had to shop at Walmart, and I was just feeling like a poor eco-hero in general. Somewhere in my distress a strange thing happened. I said "screw it". If I was going out, I'd go out in style. (I was totally getting the whole "an alcoholic can never have 'just one' drink" thing....er, except I'm a reformed shopoholic.)
At any rate, we picked out gloves and a snow suit, then headed to the shoe department to find some snow boots. Out of her size, darn. We took a spin through fabric. Nothing too fabulous. Any kitchen gadgets I "need"? No.
My 4 year old spotted the plastic pumpkins for trick-or-treating, "Can we buy those mom?" "Uh, no." I told him in that "Are you smoking crack?" tone. "But why not?" he asked. I think I answered something to the effect of "Because we don't buy cheap plastic crap that you use once and clogs the landfill for ever." Meanwhile I was admiring a glass pumpkin cookie jar / candy dish type thing, thinking how I'd put the kids' candy in it. Ooooh and it's only $5.00! But what am I going to do with it the other 364 days of the year? Why would I possibly need a glass pumpkin?
I laughed to myself.
Here I was actually trying to break the Compact in a blaze of glory and all I could get myself to buy was what I originally came for. What I really needed.
I was reading a blog post the other day about "falling off the wagon" (only this was in regards to the diet wagon) where the author said~
"Here’s the thing...we still live in the same world we inhabited before The Reformation, and an important part of making really lasting change is developing the capacity to be a little flexible sometimes, and then climb right back onto the wagon."I think I'm starting to get that.