Grocery shopping is one of my least favorite chores. The free cookie never lasts long enough and there is inevitably going to be a meltdown from
Libby one of my children two-thirds of the way through the store. Then there is the at the register sorting of the items I actually want to buy and the "extras" Emma Jane another child has thrown in to the buggy.
Really, kid? Cat food??
Last week, on Monday, I had the pleasure of babysitting my friend Ashley's son. (Seriously, he is he sweetest kid!) And in a brief moment of insanity, I thought it would be a good idea to cart him along to the store with us.
But honestly, shopping with 4 wasn't much different than with 3. Normally I avoid the "car" shopping carts like the plague, but since I had two that needed to be contained, I had no choice. The boys did great together. Wesley didn't bother John and he didn't seem bothered by John, even though John kept trying to take his cookie! The girls just walked beside me as always.
Now the reason I hate the car buggies is that they are basically impossible to steer. And it gets worse as you put more stuff in the cart. Plus the carts are never big enough for all of my groceries!
All was going well. Well, as well as can be expected. Emma Jane kept trying to put batteries in the buggy, Libby was lamenting, hand to brow, that we were "never going to be done at the grocery store" and Wesley became fixated on an Elmo balloon and mentioned it a few dozen times.
But this is all par for the course and I was feeling pretty good about
my ability to handle another kid my babysitting/shopping skills. Then the totally predictable unthinkable happened!
As I was maneuvering that giant shopping cart around a narrow corner, I grazed the side of someone else's buggy. And I immediately and profusely apologized! "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry. Let me get out of your way" sort of apology.
And the woman I ran into was totally gracious and told me "it's fine. You certainly have your hands full!"
No actually, she glared me! One of those eyes rolling back into her skull, the mere sight of you makes me want to tie my tubes sort of glares. And it
totally sort of upset me. I mean, I didn't mean to run into her. And I apologized. And hello, I had four freaking kids with me! Give me a break!
Thankfully, two aisles later when I almost did have a head on collision, that person was nice enough to smile at me and tell me my kids were cute!
That is really all I ask!