My 1st trip this week included all 3 of my kids. We got to the store and
happen. We finally got out of the store with groceries paid for, but 3YO wasn't done. As I tried to call Wells Fargo to tell them how much I hate them complain in a rational manner, he threw the mother of all fits. Thankfully he was in the car so I stepped out. It was bad day for everyone involved.
The very next day I was back at the store, this time with just 2 kids (7YO was still at school) and no race car cart. Both kids were behaving nicely (after another brief 3YO meltdown, over what I have no idea), and we were making good time getting through the store. We had just turned onto the juice aisle when I saw it. There was an, uh, rotund woman, wearing what can only be described as a muumuu that a unicorn had thrown up on. The colors, oh the colors, they hurt my eyes. It was so awful, in so many ways. There was a coat and some sort of leggings involved as well. I only wish I'd had the wherewithal to snap a picture. I tried not to make it obvious, and I did a pretty good job (I mean, I'm a pro at silently judging people). I looked down at 3YO who was staring at this atrocity, eyes wide. The look on his face was one part shock, one part awe, and 3 parts what the fuck are you wearing crazy lady. She had our back to us so I wasn't really worried. He looked her up a down, then he looked at me and paused for a moment, then he looked back at her...and quacked. He quacked. At a woman. Because of her clothes. I should've have been mad and disciplined him, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't ridiculously proud. I don't know if she heard him, I high-tailed it to the next aisle as fast as a mom with 2 kids and a full shopping cart can. We managed to get out the store without anymore incidents and without anymore run-ins with the muumuu. I have never been more happy to get out the grocery store, and I really hope I don't have to go back until at least next week. Did I mention that I hate grocery shopping?