I could end this blog with one sentence and parents of small children everywhere would understand. Fridays are grocery shopping days. I abhor taking my kids to the store with me. They do nothing but whine at me, and tell me everything they "need". All it takes is one hour in the store and my patience tank is running on fumes. Having traversed the dreaded Walmart with my youngest throwing his Blankey and my oldest wanting everything, talking to everyone and getting his foot run over by the shopping cart, we make it to the parking lot. It's not a long walk to the car, but in that short period of time, one of the kids lost his shoe and we almost got run over by some bimbo in a big truck. Once in the car with the kids and groceries loaded, I feel a slight sense of relief. Radio comes on, and I drown out the sound of the whiny kids with Bon Jovi and INXS. Once home, the job is nearly finished. All I have to do is get the kids and groceries in the house. I get my oldest out of the car and send him in the house. While I'm getting the youngest out of his car seat, my oldest lets the dog out. I make a mad dash for him, and grab him by the collar. As a start walking him into the house, my youngest follows and I assume he'll join us at the door....that is until he falls down the stairs. Crap. Dog goes in the house, I go get the kid (who is fine, just scared) and head inside. Once I get the kids settled, then I go back outside and make the 50 trips it takes to get the groceries. So in conclusion, it takes me two and a half hours, an eighth of a tank of gas, bruised and battered kids, all of my patience, and more money than I care to spend, but hey, at least we can eat now.
Here's hoping everyone has a wonderful weekend!!
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