So it was grocery day. *cue evil laugh*
I am so over grocery day- if it wasn't necessary to nourish these small ones the Lord has entrusted me with- I probably would just swear off the place.
But it's one of those things.
So after church, and after trying to split 4 pieces of bread, 1 package of honey ham and 1 can of ravioli between 5 people- I decided I had to muster the strength to go do the shopping. About the only thing left in the freezer were the pair of scissors sam stuck in there yesterday, some nasty brocolli thing and those dastardly popsicles (did I spell it right that time mom?)
So- even though it was Dan's day off- I took Sam with me. Why? Why? Why? I'm just crazy like that I guess.
Off we go. Put that down, don't run, get off the top of the cart, don't smash the chips, quit drawing on the freezer doors, no we can't get a car-or candy, come back, sit down, yes we can go to the bathroom (again), ugh. Finally, after 1 1/2 hours we were done and headin to the check out.
The single check out.
The only.stinkin.check.out.open. On.a.Sunday.afternoon. Hysterical.
So we wait our turn, unload our goods, dig out that little customer card (pain in the behind), and low and behold- no sackers. No only did I already shop for all this stuff, manage to keep my kid from destroying it, and touched it all again to unload it- now I get to bag my own groceries too. Fun times.
And, unlike the able bodied teenagers that no doubt are somewhere in this place horsing around and being paid for it, I get to do it one handed because my son will not stop screwing around with the shopping cart.
So I manage to get as much sacked up as I can before the cashier needs me to come back to the register and pay for said groceries. And what do you know- here came one of the sackers. He put my remaining 3 items into a bag and then, get this, put all 4 gallons of milk (yes- I did say 4 gallons of milk people) ON TOP of my cart full of $150 groceries. No, he did not put them in the baby seat- that I purposely kept empty for said milk- he smooshed them down on top off all my produce, chips, bread, cereal, pizza rolls. Unbelievable!
I came within an inch of hurling my $8 in milk at this little punks head. Instead, I just thought to myself that someday, his beloved bride will too get to spend all her spare time at the market only to bring him home flat doughnut holes and bruised banannas- courtesy of some lazy thoughless slacker. Ha! Well- it was the best I could muster after spending all my energy (and cash) shopping.
By the way- notify all the neighborhood children that we have food again so that they can all start coming over again for their snacks! (how did we become the local snack shop?)