Mike has been working 10 hour shifts since Wed and will probably be working on Sat as well. So I'm over tired (as usual) and exhausted me gets the kids and heads to the grocery store for 2 items- eggs and milk. NOTHING MORE! I've had this conversation with myslef all the way home.
Fast forward to the grocery store. Noah is PASSED out on my shoulder and E is bouncing off the cart - literally. I almost ran her over! So I convince her to get a normal cart that she can sit in so into the back bucket she went. (not the front seat part :) )
Here is a conversation we had while at the store - keep in mind my NOTHING MORE conversation with myself....
Emily - Mommy, can I get a baloon at the store today?
Me - No. You were not good at choir last night.
fast forward a few minutes...
Emily - Mommy LOOK! I LOVE these, can I get some, I really like them (white powedered mini-donuts...in a bag)
Me - No..you were not good at TLG on Tuesday.
so we arrive at the milk after stopping to get Mike some ice cream b/c it's buy one get one free - what a deal since the not a half gallon anymore costs $5.29 and they are OUT of non-fat milk. I stand there, with Noah passed out on my shoulder, E standing in the cart looking at all the milk tyring to decide what to do.
Emily - Mommy, get the purple one!
Me - No, purple tastes bad to mommy (2%)
Emily - OK, get the pink one!
Me - No, that tastes really bad (whole)
Emily - Can I have the pink milk?
Me - No, you were really bad this week.
So, I decide to pay the cost of the full gallon and just get 1% instead of buying the half gallon of non-fat. Turn slight right and there are the eggs!
Emily, standing up in the basket, as usual, tells me...
Emily - mommy, get these eggs - whack!
Me - Emily, do not touch the eggs and be gentle, they will break.
Emily - oh, like Noah!
Me - yes, thank you!
Emily - Mommy, I really like bagels!
Me (notice the table in the middle of the aisle of bakery bagels) - me too, they are 2/$5, lets get some.
Emily - I want these (4 pack of blueberry)
Me - OK, put them in the cart please. (I stand there staring trying to decide between another pack of blueberry or just plain. I'm really tired so this takes a few minutes!)
Me - OK, that's it we are DONE, let's go, we aren't buying anything else. (I got a 4 pack of plain).
Emily - OK, can I eat my bagel now?
Me - No, we have to pay for it and we need to go home and eat dinner first.
Noah all the while PASSED out on my shoulder so I'm carring my purse, holding Noah, trying to handle Emily and pay and, ahem, bag my own groceries b/c the cashier wouldn't budge (she was all of about 19 too) and there was no high school boy around to bag my 4 bags with none of the hands I have left and I'm not about to let my 3 1/2 yo put bags of eggs and milk into the cart she's standing in.
I'm walking out and the manager says, "Do you need help taking those to your car?"
Me - No thanks, I've got it now. Remember Noah is still passed out on my shoulder and the kid probably weighs 20 lbs by now.
Where was the manager when I needed the help putting them in the cart while I was trying to pay? Nice try, thanks anyway.
So today at lunch I'm telling the women here about the trip (mainly about the manager) and I'm thinking...I'm sure to some of the people in the store, I sound like the meanest mother in the world. My child can't get anything at the store b/c I'm telling her she has not been good all week and it's only Thursday. NICE.
Just had to share!
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3 comments:
Then I must be a mean mommy too, because that's exactly what I tell my daughter! You're being consistent, and that's what counts.
The hope is that learn the lesson and be good so that next time you don't have to be the mean mommy in the store...right? hehe. That's always the hope!
You aren't a bad mommy!
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