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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Grocery Gong Show

So, the other day I went grocery shopping. I should have known not to do it so close to lunch and naps, but alas, into the car and off to Sobeys we went. The sky was blue and the sun was shining as we pulled into the parking lot. I tied on my baby wrap and got it all ready for Hyrum. Just as I lifted him out of his seat and started putting his legs through the wrap, something made my hand really wet. I looked at his diaper and fabulous mustard yellow pooh was oozing out the sides. Lovely. Onto the front seat he went for a quick bum change, and then into the wrap for shopping. Camilla walked beside me into the store and then we grabbed a cart. It took Camilla a long long time to get into her seat and belted. This poor lady waited and waited, then just went to the other line of carts to get one, and then got stuck there waiting for me to reverse and make my way inside. To make matters worse, this happened more than a few times to this poor woman while we were inside the store. "Excuse me." "Sorry again". "Sorry, two kids....". "Oops". "Pardon me". As we rounded our way out of the produce area, I never saw her again, she was probably glad to be done with me and my crazy crew. Camilla was grabbing and pulling at the baby wrap as I tried to push the cart, causing me to have to stretch my arms like elastigirl just to push the cart without being touched. Then came the random screeches at random times drawing everyone's attention to moi. So not fun. I couldn't find anything on my shopping list and had to go back and forth a few times looking for things like Pesto, which I've never bought before, until I finally found it. Camilla started reaching into the cart and grabbing things (we all know what happens to a jar of mayo when Camilla gets her paws on it). I moved everything to the far side of the cart to keep it out of her reach. I picked up her silly frog stuffy who knows how many times while we cruised up and down the aisles. Finally, we were done. I was just glad that Hyrum was asleep. Just as I pulled up to the checkouts about a bazillion other people did too. I got in line behind this lady in a dress, and was blocking the aisle a little. When I tried to pull ahead, the wheel by my right foot caught on a crate. Camilla was sitting just above her seat, on the bar part, still with the lap belt across her legs. As the wheel hit the crate, Camilla tipped over backwards and right into the cart. Luckily the cart was pretty full and the taco chips broke her fall. The look on her face was priceless. I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry at this point, and neither could she. Finally, scared and surprised, she decided to cry. It was a good "that's why we don't stand in the cart" teaching opportunity. The lady in front of me looked at me horrified when it happened, but thankfully didn't have much to say. Camilla cried alligator tears for the next five minutes while we stood in line. Again, everyone was looking and whispering. A sweet older couple came and talked to her, which just made her cry harder. I finally got all my groceries up and the cashier started ringing me through. Camilla was settled and sat while I loaded the cart with our grocery bags. The cashier then tried to talk to her and she burst into tears again and laid her head down on my arm which was resting on the handle of the cart. The poor kid. Finally I payed for our loot and we booked it out of there. Camilla had an "I'ma do it!!!" fit at the car when it came time to get into her seat, then Hyrum cried when I woke him to get him into his seat. I was going to leave the cart there, but decided to bring it back. On my way to the front, a lady from Sobeys asked if I dropped a wallet. I thought I had put it in a grocery bag, but asked her what it looked like. "Long and brown?" was her reply. "Yup, that's mine". She explained how she noticed I had my hands full, and thought it must be mine. I raced into the front desk, retrieved it, and then ran back to the car. The words "Home Time" never sounded so good as they did at that moment. 

 P.S. This kid LOVES his rice cereal!

1 comments:

Garth said...

After 30 years in the grocery business I can safely say that I have seen, what you just described, about a million times. You are not alone...all Moms go through this. By the way, my grandson sure looks cute in that picture!