I have been a lousy blogger this week. Sorry about that. And actually, I had a pretty moody piece about being in Texas that I planned to post this week, but it's moody. So, no. Maybe I'll make it into some poetry.
Today, I took the babies (they aren't really babies anymore) to Walmart and we replenished our Mother Hubbard cupboards.... it is getting more challenging to shop with them. I thought it would get easier when they could walk, and be threatened by me, and obey. Actually, they are very busy little people and they don't want to be in the basket. They still ride in the basket, but they don't want to be there.
The other element is the helpfulness. Great helpfulness. Like, for example, getting a few extra loaves of bread, hugging them tightly to their chest as they rush through passing carts and narrowly avoid decapitation. "I hode it!" they cry. Or tossing a few cans of cat food in, despite the unlikelihood of us EVER owning a cat under any, any, any circumstances EVER.
I don't make it easy for them. We browse at a leisurely pace, starting with random baby stuff, in hopes that everything will be on clearance for $1. I am usually disappointed. Then we check for dollar shoes, again with the disappointment. And eventually, over to the groceries. By this point, I normally free one captive to "help" as well as to free up some cart space. That makes the grocery portion move pretty briskly, as we have to get through all the aisles before kid 2 demands justice.
After about 3 or 4 years, we make it to the checkout counter, where sadistic corporate types have put all kinds of shiny overpriced toys and sweets. We barter options until we settle on one cookie to share in the van. I then unload our goods onto the conveyor, reassuring two frantic high-pitched questioners that yes, we will have a snack in the carseats. Yes, yes, yes, after we pay, yes after we pay and go outside and watch out for cars and get in the carseat and put on our buckles and then we have a snack, yes. Yes. That, exactly.
Then I pay what seems like a lot for food and diapers, and we head out where we discuss all the way to the van the snacks, coming, in the carseats.
By the time I get home I am too tired to cook the food I bought.
so true. it will be awesome when they really r helpin in the kitchen. maybe a frozen dinner tonite
ReplyDeleteThis post made me so tired. I love you
ReplyDeleteI love my Brynn in her cute little outfit with her leggins and tutu
ReplyDeletei want to be at walmart when you're shopping, so i can put funny pictures with your blog
ReplyDeletegreat tiring story. I can remember so well! Kisses and loves to my baby daughter today! MAMA
ReplyDeleteOh man, this was so Keith yesterday. If Shannon takes both of them out alone she will NOT let Keith walk. If I'm there, he can walk with the threat of me wrestling him into the cart if he misbehaves. Let just say he was walking a thin line yesterday at the store.
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