We had quite the busy weekend. Casey was off of school Thursday, Friday and then today. So Friday, Casey and I went to Philly to visit Michelle and Adrienne. Two of my friends from college. Michelle has two little boys, so Casey had lots of fun playing with them. Then Friday night, we took the kids to see Alvin and the Chipmunks. They LOVED it! When they walked in, they said (loudly), “That’s a BIG TV!” Saturday evening Steve had some meetings and then Sunday was church. Steve also had a wedding on Sunday night.
So on Sunday, I knew I needed some groceries for the week. I only had 12-14 items on my list. So I thought, this shouldn’t be too bad going with the 3 kids by myself – WRONG! I’m hoping by writing this post, it will be a concrete reminder for me to NEVER TAKE ALL THREE TO THE GROCERY STORE!
For starters, the high on Sunday was 19 degrees and windy. So getting all into and out of, the store was pretty cold. They wanted the “car cart”. Which can be handy for 3 kids. But, that implies that they STAY in the car cart – which of course didn’t happen. But, at least this time they didn’t go running into produce and start throwing “balls” (apples) to each other. I had to buy a couple apples that shopping trip.
So they started the shopping trip out ok. I told them all that they would get a special treat if they were good, and I specified good (no running, screaming, fighting, throwing things and stay with Mommy). Well, we got to the ice-cream isle and they wanted to get ice-cream to go with Daddy’s cake. (his birthday is today) So I let them pick it out while I went to get the frozen pancakes. I come back to the cart, and yes – three different kinds of frozen treats. So with tears, we put some back. Then we continue and I have to say “No” to lots of things they are attempting to put in the cart (mainly the boys). No candy, no chips, no fruit snacks, no koolaide, no chocolate, no cake mix and, “OH MY CHASE, put that glass jar of applesauce down – CAREFULLY!” And Casey, “For the 100th time, stop laying in the car cart with your head and feet hanging out, you’re going to get bumped in the head.”
Then I’m at an end of the isle and about to finish my trip. I’m a little excited because nothing TOO terrible has happened AND we made it through produce without incident. Then I hear the screeching cry of Chase. He’s screaming through his tears, “Julian hit me, Julian hit me!” I gave him a hug and got him settled down. We reach the checkout and are in line. I look down at Chase a little closer and realize that he has blood all throughout his mouth and dripping! I quickly got down and started examining his mouth. I asked him what happened and he said, “Julian hit me with a pen.” (quick summary, Julian pulled a pen out of my purse and in a scuffle with Chase, “hit” him with a pen, pearcing his mouth). So as I’m trying to wipe his mouth, I feel many “eyes” on me. Probably from hearing me say,” Oh my, you’re bleeding!” A nice women offered a wet nap, which helped. So I got a hold of Julian, with angry face in tow, and placed him firmly in the car cart and told him, “Don’t you dare move out of this seat – time out!”
By this time I’m feeling overheated, tired and just want to LEAVE! But of course, I get the Sssslllloooowwweeesssttt bagger in the entire world! So I spend the next 10 minutes saying no to all the candy Chase is pulling out of the isle. Then telling him that, “No, you can’t go in the car cart with Julian.” And many times saying, “Casey, yes we are leaving soon, and I know you’re hungry.” So a short walk through the Tundra and getting the bags as fast as I possibly can into the car – WE ARE DONE!
Results:
Kids = NO special treats
Mom = NO more grocery shopping with three


