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Where the hell’s MY cookie?

24 Feb

 

 

I took February off from the blog, not on purpose, but as you all know life happens.

I went to the grocery store the other day with the boys.    Whoever thinks being a stay at home parent is easy, has obviously never gone grocery shopping with 2 kids.

After spending an hour at home making the list, planning the weekly meals and clipping the appropriate coupons I load the 2 kids in the car.  I prepare the diaper bag full of the essentials in case something goes down while we’re out, i.e.: sneeze, potty accident, or other.  We head up to the store.  I get both kids out, fling the diaper bag over my shoulder, pinch my reusable grocery bags under my arm (because I do care about the planet) and I ask Kaiden, my 8 year old to carry the shopping cart cover.

Inside the store, I place the cover over the infant seat and wrestle Tristan, my 3 year old into it.  I am regretting letting him wear his snow boots by now, as his feet won’t fit through the holes.  Once the basket is loaded up, we finally get into the actual store.  I am bombarded with pleas from Kaiden “Can I have that ball?  Oh, I need these markers!”  But I push on anyway.

I stop to get some lunchmeat at the deli.  A big mistake, for stopping the cart even for a moment prompts Tristan to try and climb out.  I wrestle with him as I order my “Ham please.”  Kaiden has found a balloon and is using it for a punching bag.  Tristan now wants to join in.  I grab the Ham and speed towards the produce section.  My kid’s favorite section as there is always fun things to grab and a ‘fun little toy that you pull and hundreds of bags unroll to the ground.’

We finally get to the Bakery.  Ah, the Bakery; the only place where the aroma itself has actual calories in it.

The boys are suddenly on their best behavior.  There is an actual sign after all that states:

“FREE COOKIE TO WELL BEHAVED CHILDREN.”

The lady comes with her hair net on and cookie bag out.  My boys use their “please” and “thank you’s” as if their life depended on it.  Once they have the actual cookie in hand they are quiet for the first time all day, well, except Tristan; he is humming.

I speed through as many isles as I can while they are preoccupied with their prize.  I don’t get far though as Kaiden has inhaled his cookie and is now pestering his brother for the rest of his.  I then play referee while I struggle to read my perfectly planned out list.  Did I mention I try to use a calculator?  Tristan falls for it and gives his brother the last of his cookie, not realizing by doing that there is no more cookie left for him.  Then the whining starts for another cookie.

I race through the last remaining isle; the dreaded cereal aisle.  My boys perk up as if it is Christmas at the sight of the colorful packages of “obesity in a box.”  I say “no” every few steps.  By this point Tristan is really trying to get out.  The only thing stopping him is the snow boots, which I am now thankful for.  Kaiden has found a bouncy ball he is recklessly bouncing through the isle, teasing his brother with.  I start to slow as I pace through the frozen section for I know what comes next.  The check out…

After placing my reusable bags up first, then the rest of the food with the help of Kaiden, Tristan finally manages to get free.  I place him in the back of the cart, where he somehow reaches the stacks of candy conveniently placed at the checkout.  I sift through my coupons with the line piling up behind me, I scan my store card (because they all have them now) and I struggle to make sure I am not buying any of the extra “stuff” my kids threw on when I wasn’t looking.  I load up my bags and head towards the car.

I get the kids in first.  Then if the weather will allow, I take my time loading the groceries and enjoying a moment of silence.  I get in and drive away from the store, knowing I will be back tomorrow because I’m sure I forgot something.  But as I drive away and wipe the sweat off my forehead, I can’t help but wonder…

Where the hell’s MY cookie?

 

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