To Market, To Market....

First thing to celebrate this morning is that my dear, precious children are finally sleeping past 5:00a.m.!  Maybe it is the rain, maybe they finally crashed, hopefully it means they are settling in to their new surroundings.  Those five o'clock mornings were killing mama!

The children and I made a return trip to the market with much less fanfare than the first.  While you still drive your cart like a demolition derby driver, there were far fewer opposing drivers and it made the experience, dare I say it, almost pleasurable.  We picked up a few necessities like chopsticks, pink spoons from the clearance aisle that Robert refuses to use, $6.00 spaghetti sauce, floppy cheese for Emma Grace's scrambled eggs, and plastic hangers.  After making a few rookie mistakes, like leaving the shopping bags as home, we sailed through the checkout and made it back downstairs without incident.  Yes, even the markets have multiple floors.

I wish I could say the trip to the phone store was as satisfying as the market.  If you ever want to feel bad about yourself, take your self-confidence down a notch, or just feel like you just aren't as smart as you think you are:  go to a Chinese phone store.    Too many questions that I don't know the answers to and was thinking they were getting a  little irritated with me by their tone.  After the interpreter phone had been passed around a few times too many, it was decided that I needed to go to a different store.  They didn't have what I needed - someone to call my husband. 

To  my husband's amazement I didn't have a phone when he got home from work.  After playing fifty questions with him - always a sport I thoroughly enjoy after my ego has already been nearly severed - I have to go on and cut it all the way through when I remind him that when I try to get a new phone in the States, I'm not allowed to do it on my own.  Some eighteen year old always has to call and get his permission since my phone is set up in his name.  So I figured why should it be any different in China?  Needless to say, someone was feeling better about himself after that little game and it wasn't moi!

But today, oh today, I am getting to go to my version of Chinese Nirvana - the fabric market.  Jiggity, jiggity, off to buy a fat quarter or two of silk.  Yes, there are visions of sugarplums dancing in my head and Jon Bon Jovi singing in the background.   I'm a glass is half -full kind of girl.  Besides the law of averages has to be turning in my favor.  Surely, this will be the market day made from a little piece of heaven.    Either way, I'll let you know later and hopefully with a few pictures from my new phone!

Children are stirring so I better run.  Much to do before all the fabric fun!