So, yesterday, being Sunday, I being sick again, meaning we didn't go to church again. I being sick again meaning I didn't plan ahead for dinner again. I being sick again meaning the boys must find an opening to get under my skin in anyway possible, and Bailey must throw tantrums and bang her head on the floor*.
Brain has gotten a golf membership at the University Golf Course (courtesy of his parental units, you know Christmas, Birthday all wrapped up in one and given 9 months early or 5 months if your counting Birthday) So yesterday was the opening day for the course and He and a group of colleagues were heading out to cristen the holes.
Which means that me and the 3 beautiful children God has given us (I have to remind myself of this from time to time, I'm hoping most parents do too) have to make the voyage to Wal-Mart by ourselves. At this point you are probably wondering why I would attempt such a feet, and looking back on it I'm wondering the same thing. So we load up in the van and head out. Within 5 minutes the oldest one is asleep because he refused to take a nap earlier like he was supposed to. its about 35 minutes, I guess to get to Wally world, so a nice quick cat nap, he awakes relatively easily and is mostly pleasant on the walk into the store. (Oh time frame, its now 5:30ish pm, the kids haven't eaten any dinner and I'm not feeling great) So we venture into find one of the Big Carts for parent w/ more than one kid. Guess what? Wal-Mart has now made the carts with the smallish bus contraption so that you can not put smaller of 3 children in the traditional seating position in a cart. There is a little plastic thing covering the leg holes. and a nice little note stating that this compartment is for produce only NOT CHILDREN! Thanks people. Now what am I to do with a 1 year old who is into being independent and going where ever she pleases. and who won't sit for periods of time with out being strapped down. and a 2 year old and a 4 year old who's legs have broken and refuse to walk in the store.
So we forage ahead, Bailey breaking the rules and riding it the "produce" compartment. All is well for about 10 magical minutes. The boys are content to just ride along and look at people and Bailey was busy watching the ceiling go by. Then we hit the cereal isle and being on WIC you can only buy certain food items and they have to be on your check and you have to get everything on your check. Did I mention that this was Sunday early evening, I did right, OK moving on. Sunday early evening is NOT the time to go to Wal-Mart!
Why you ask?
Because the shelves are barren and most of the WIC stuff is GONE!!! KIX Hayden wants KIX, can we find KIX in the cereal isle? NO *&(%$# Wal-Mart! This is mind blowing for a 4 year old who is used to taking a 2-3 hour nap and hasn't gotten that, except for the 30 minutes he got in the van and now he is being jabbed in the neck by his little brother in an attempt to tickle him and he can't have his KIX! GREAT! Let the melt down begin!
At this point also is when Bailey has had enough of being produce and is ready to get back in the action that is happening all around her at the store. So she stands up! I must grab her and stow her under my arm whilst trying to push the bus through all to narrow isles while several dozen other crazy Sunday early evening shoppers are trying to find there groceries and get the heck out of dodge all while some poor soul tries to stock the shelves of more products made in CHINA.
get to check out Isle Feeling good about this major accomplishment. IN turn find an isle that has only one person in it that is paying for there goods and heading out (
sweet!)Now, I have already threatened the boys with there lives, and sat Bailey done in the produce basket about 20 gazillion times already.
So Grocery list, check, check, check, check, diapers......NO LUVS....GREAT! #$%^# Wal-Mart!
WIC List: milk:check, eggs: check, juice: check, cheese: check, cereal (not what we wanted but): check, Peanut Butter, damn forgot peanut butter, bread: (only allowed the 16 oz loaf of Peperidge farm wholewheat) guess what Wal-mart is out of it!) NO CHECK!!! Fruit and veggies: check!
So pay for my
(scold boys) groceries and start (
sit Bailey back down) putting the WIC things up on the
(Sit Bailey back down) belt, start w/ the $6 of fruit and
(scold boys)veggies. Damn went over (
Sit Bailey back Down) (Scold Boys) in price, start taking things off. But wait I still need them for my recipes for the rest of the week,
Please set them aside and I will pay for them! Major confusion ensues for poor checkout lady, the computer won't cooperate, my children have had enough of the store, Hayden gets out of the bus contraption and walks off, while i'm trying to walk check out lady through the WIC checks. panic ensues, the line is now growing behind me with shoppers beady eyes starting at the back of my un-brushed hair. 20minutes later, we all make it out of Wal-mart and head home. Lightning strikes and I realize that I didn't get my produce that we had to set aside. &%$#@* WAL-Mart!
Price Chopper open up soon, I can't take it anymore!!!!!
We made it home, the kids were great in the car on the way back, we listened to Pinocchio tunes all the way back (Hi, diddle dee an Actors life for me, a wax mustache and a beaver coat a pony cart and a billy goat Hi diddly day an actors life is gay!!) got groceries in house, Brian returned had a great time golfing, yummy homemade chicken noodle soup for dinner at 7:45, and some Shrek on TV. cherubs in bed by 9ish and myself as well, and am feeling betterish today!
*This is too funny by the way So I must explain. Her tantrums, have been, to throw herlittleself on the floor and using her hands, scooch herself backwards on the hardwood (all while screaming, mind you). Well now she has changed tactics since the aforementioned way wasn't producing results. Now the little honey, determined to be dain bramaged before reaching the age of 1 1/2, is bending over and banging her forehead on the floor. Its quite hysterical and I can't help but laugh at the poor kid.
