First, I need to clarify that I have nothing against shopping carts. My rant is about shopping. Actually I take that back. I also have a few bad things to say about those gigantic shopping carts that have those plastic cars in the front. The ones that are impossible to maneuver but you must use anyway unless you want to deal with a screaming child for the next 40 minutes. You know which ones I'm talking about right?
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?
