I was just commenting yesterday on a post in which someone wrote about shopping trips with the toddler set being a nightmare.
In the past, I've had several trips that had been such torture for me that in fact I began to despise grocery shopping and refused to do it with the twins. Now that they are older its not nearly as bad but I still try and make my shopping trips with them brief when I'm without hubby for reinforcement.
Last night as I drove home from work, I tried to visualize the contents of my refrigerator in hopes that some magical ingredient I'd previously not thought about would materialize and enable me to make the most spectacular dinner.
But wish as I might I knew that ingredient didn't exist and so I resolved to stop in to the store quickly before going home.
There is a new market I've been wanting to check out for some time so I decided I'd finally pay it a visit .
The trip started uneventfully enough. Sure we had a brief argument about which twin would sit where in the cart but it was short lived and I was instantly enticed by all the pretty vegetables, and next to that was the most divine cheese and wine display. Maybe this trip wouldn't be such a short trip after all I thought.
Kids happy - check, kids bladders emptied - check , cell phone on in case hubby starts to wonder where we are - check.
Things seemed to be in order so I took my time and casually threw things in to my cart that struck my fancy.
When we finally reached the checkout the kids had had enough. They had began to call the checkout girl banana head (you see that's B's new thing he takes any word and puts the word head behind it and it sends him into a fit of giggles, me...not so much.)
I was eager to get them out of there and realized that I was playing with fire by keeping them in there for too long.
Only when I had gotten out of the store and to my car, taken both kids out of the cart and buckled them in to car seats did I realize that tucked underneath J's blankie was a carton of grape tomatoes. Oops, what to do ? Do I rush back in and tell them or do I make a run for it. By that time the kids had gotten cranky as it was hot, my cars ac is broken and both they and I had enough.
So I sped off , with the thought that I will return tomorrow to pay for the ill-gotten tomatoes.
Yep, hi I'm Worker Mommy and I'm a shoplifter.
I know, I know...I'm seriously goin to hell for this one.