I was crazy to go to the grocery store on the day before a big snow storm is going to hit. We’re in for a foot or two or four of snow (whatever it is, it’s constantly changing and if the weathermen weren’t liars, I’d pay more attention). It just snowed twice this week. Boo, snow. I hate you.
Today’s experience was probably up there in the Top 5 of Worst Outings Ever. I needed to run four errands: bank, library, post office (this one gets put off nearly everyday), and groceries. I know, four errands during Underwear Week was risky. I put her in a pair of Elmo underwear and carefully drew out a map and planned my public bathroom strategy.
No, I didn’t. Are you crazy?
In my defense, it was hard enough getting out the door by 11:30 (am I the only one who takes four hours to make breakfast and find the missing library books? Why am I so disorganized?)
At the last minute after the final potty trip and everyone was loaded in the car, I decided to switch up the plans. Let’s be spontaneous!
I decided, before having to face the crowded grocery store the day before the Blizzard of the Week, I really needed to get the oil changed.
Because that’s what should take priority right before your car is buried underneath feet of snow and stays in the same parking space for days upon end.
The good news is, no one else in this town thought it should take priority because we practically had the place to ourselves. Everyone else was at the grocery store.
Which brings me back to why this outing made it in the Top 5 and why it literally put me in tears as I packed the last sack in the minivan. Let me summarize the trip:
1) the first Little Tikes car/cart the kids were so excited to ride in was broken and the next one we found was about a mile away (yes, I caved), 2) we lost Bunny and it took 10 horrifying minutes to retrace our steps to find her (in the seat of the first car), 3) customers dashing in on their lunch breaks have no patience for the mom wheeling the car with no power steering, 4) it was after 12:00, well past hungry, and 4) Mini was overtired and anxiously screaming and crying the entire time.
I didn’t have much on my list but we were there for almost an hour. Everyone was staring as I wheeled up to the cashier. After maneuvering the equivalent of a Mack truck with one hand while carrying Mini on my hip, I took a look down at the contents in the cart. Milk, cheese, bananas, oatmeal, chocolate, junk food, more chocolate, and more junk food. I was overcome with guilt and insecurity.
What was missing, though, was what I originally went to the store to get: Midol.
You saw that coming, didn’t you?