Yesterday I had the worst grocery shopping experience of my life. The fact that I had a fever all day and felt like I had been run over by a truck means that even if I had gone to an empty super market with a million dollar shopping spree the experience would of still probably been bad. However, the fact that I waited 15 minutes for a parking spot to only find out a second after I pulled in that it was a handicap spot and had to circle the lot for an additional 20 minutes made the whole experience, that was already doomed to be bad, exceptionally horrible.
After parking the car in the farthest corner of the lot (the one I never even knew existed) I reached back to grab my son from the car seat. The little bugger was asleep and I have NEVER been so tempted to just leave him asleep. I woke him up, of course, and regret it immediately when he started crying and his nose started to bleed. Not only was his face totally covered in mucus and blood but his pants were wet with pee (yes husband you DID forget to change his diaper before picking me up from class) and of course he was barefoot. I'm sure he felt just as up as I did to go shopping being wet, bloody, and having his toes freezing while we walked from the car to super market.
To make it up to him I did buy him the Gorilla cereal he wanted AND I let him eat it for dinner. I pretended that it was a special treat because he had put up with my insane idea to go grocery shopping. The truth is I was way to tiered at that point to even think about making dinner, much less put the groceries away. I left that for the husband (remember the wet diaper and no shoes) to do.
shopping, shopping, shopping....do you have a tale to tell?