Well, I will elaborate…
We went to the supermarket late last night. When I say late I mean 8:30pm. In this house that is late. After 5pm my precious little kiddos morph into pure hellions.
We had our list. I mapped out the store and the isle I needed to get down. I was loaded with sippy cups, snacks and treats. First stop, as always, the bakery. This allows me exactly five-ten minutes of uninterrupted shopping. Well, with the exception of last night... So much for five-ten minutes. Addison ate the cookie as though she was being starved and Jackson, he threw it at me.
Five minutes into shopping, Addison asks are we done yet. No Addison we just started. Repeat 50 more times. Jackson begins kicking and screaming so the hubby takes him out of the cart. While making our way around the store, we take turns passing a 30 pound toddler back and forth. Meanwhile, Addison is skipping, hopping, running and bouncing along, now touching everything on each shelf. Seriously, would love to know what they spiked that cookie with.
We finally get everything from the list and head to checkout. The cashier was talking to the man in front of us. He had finished paying and was still standing there. Clearly in the way. Addison is hopping up and down doing her pee-pee dance. “Oh-Ah mommy I gotta go potty. Mommy hurry before I pee in my underwear like I pooped in them today”. Cashier still talking. The poor hubby is trying to help unload the shopping cart while holding a squirming, crying and kicking Jackson. All my attempts to calm him are futile. He chucked everything I handed him at my face.
Few more minutes pass and the cashier, still talking. Addison hopping with her hands between her legs. I look over to the hubby, tell him "this is ridiculous" than give the cashier one of my are you fucking serious looks. She must have gotten the point because as she was trying to count back our change she got flustered and needed to restart. Twice.
As we finish paying, the sweet old lady behind us asks the kiddo’s age. And just as we go to walk away she says “maybe this is not a good hour for young children to be out grocery shopping". And that was it.
I was speechless. Lost my fight. Clearly defeated. The old bag was right.