Shopping

This weekend, Daddy is enjoying his Fathers' Day present. Which is camping and fishing without kids & wife in tow. Actually he was going anyway and since I didn't get a Mothers' Day gift, I informed him on my way out this morning that this would be his gift. :)

So, with no one to stay home with the boys on my bi-weekly grocery-go-getting night, I decided to punish myself and attempt it with them on a solo mission. I have done this before and have said afterwards each time...why on earth did I do that?! Tonight was just as enjoyable. Actually if I had to compare, it may have gone a little better than in the past. I ran thru the drive thru and picked up Tank a Happy Meal with extra apples before we went over to the dreaded cult of a store that I can't seem to force myself to boycott although I swear after every trip that I'm never going back...that store being Walmart.

The Happy Meal kept Tank quiet and sitting on his bottom for about 20 minutes, which means I was about 1/8th of the way through my spree when he was no longer occupied. He stood in the cart, greeting every passer by. He got the usual "oh, you are so cute!" and "well hi little buddy!" that he usually draws. I was about 3/4 the way done with he started getting pretty crowded in the cart. It was at that point that every time he tried to climb over the edge, the groceries would cave in and he'd smash them when he got back in. I managed to get everything I needed in 1 cart with 2 boys in there too. I did however have to grab another empty cart to put the bags in since it never goes back in the way it came out.

For some reason, I thought maybe I would bother less people and make it easier on myself to use the self checkout. I must have had a momentary loss of sanity when I made that decision. I did discover though that after your 2 year old stands up in a cart long enough, they will actually send someone over to stand by the cart to avoid a fall and a potential lawsuit. As much as I would not like to see my child topple head over heals, I can say that the thought of suing the pants off of Mr. Walton and the empire that has transformed the mere thought of customer service into a thing of the past sounded really appealing for a moment. But I digress. As the Walmart checker entertained my older one, I tried to keep Bubby in a somewhat upright position (he's still working on steadily sitting up on his own for long periods) while checking out my groceries and cussing all the way at the lovely computer screaming "PLEASE PLACE YOUR ITEM IN THE BAG!" even though I put it in there 10 seconds ago.

After 2 1/2 hours, I made my way out the door with 2 carts full, a child in each, and a headache to match. Again wondering why I ever attempt this chaos. As I shut my door in the van after loading all my purchases and children, I get a text from Daddy...

Daddy: Holding up? Our lines are set and waiting for fishies

Mom!: I'm not speaking to you