Oh DEAR HEART

Since I am at  home with the parentals I thought I might entertain you with a story of my dear sweet dear heart. So on Monday we went to the mall and she wanted to get some sort of lounge around the house outfit for Sarah for after she has the baby. 
We went into the Gap outlet. Found some really cute light lounging Capri's. Then we found a light purple baggy pajama top to go with it.

Dear heart was debating for about 5 minutes on what size to get her. Normally Sarah is a medium.  But being preggo and all she is bigger...especially where the ladies are concerned. So dear heart think maybe we should get her a large because Sarah's ladies are larger than life and the moment.  I agree, the outfit is bought.

Then on Tuesday when dear heart shows the outfit to Ann, Ann's reaction is not as enthusiastic as Dear heart would like it to be.  Dear Heart is now in a state of indecision.

So tonight dear heart thinks we should go look at Target for a different top.  She looks through everything and doesn't find what she wants to replace the original top.  So on we press and then head over to JC Penneys. We go look in the pajama department where she sees a shirt that she is considering. (While in the background I am still trying to convince her that the original shirt is a good one). On we go through JC Penneys looking at every shirt. 

She then stops at this shirt:

And says, "This is cute".  I am thinking that she is considering this for herself and agree with her.  She then looks through the sizes and says, "There isn't a medium." !!!!!!!! It was then that I realized that she was talking about buying this for Sarah.  I ask if that was what she meant just to clarify. She says yes she was considering this for Sarah.  I immediately put the kibosh on that.

We continue walking through the store.  "This is a cute top" she says stopping at this:

It is cute I agree but realize where she is again heading. I point out that if she is keeping the sweatpant capris she got then she needs to stick with a more casual shirt. I also point out that Sarah would never wear that shirt unless she was going to a country concert.

We finally circle back to the pajama section where she finally decides to get that pajama top she saw when we first walked in to the JCP.

Then we get home.  She pulls out the Gap bag with the original outfit, and pulls over the JCP bag with the new shirt.  She compares.  She puts one shirt up to the capris then the other. She then says that she thinks the Gap shirt is nicer, and better quality.  I start cracking up.  Of course a shirt from Gap is gonna be better quality than a shirt from JCP.  Then she starts thinking that the original Gap shirt is better.

She finally decides that it is better and will take the JCP shirt back tomorrow.  NOW she is back to the original indecision of weather the size Large she got will be big enough, or too big for Sarah's expanding ladies.  We debate this for a couple minutes and as I am starting to lose my patience, I pull the shirt on myself.  It is clingy.  I point out that if the Large is clingy on me a Medium will be far to tight for Sarah's post pregnancy body. And FINALLY, the decision is finally made.

Mom concludes by telling me that going to JCP wasn't a waste because it helped her make up her mind.
-So if you think my decision making skills are bad, you now know where it comes from....and BTW my lack of making decisions is not nearly as severe as dear hearts.