1. I took all 3 kids to Walmart with me. Enough said. I could stop there. But it gets better.
2. I let the boys push the cart and gather all items from the shelves. Fighting over turns was a constant.
3. Halfway through the lengthy checkout I shout, "WAIT! I don't have my wallet. It's in my backpack." Gather up all groceries, those that have been rang and those now waiting on the belt. Discreetly, with my crying baby and freaking out children because "we have no money!, " slip out of line and call Dad.
4. While waiting for Dad, with a disheveled cart, a 2 month old flopping around on my hip, I am politely reminding Noah and Caleb not to play hide and seek tag in all the clothes.
5. Dad arrives, and we begin to check out. I'm still THAT GIRL because I have to price match half of my groceries that are now in no order whatsoever. This after a 10 minute search for the other stores ads that I thought Noah lost. Come to find out, they were in the diaper bag that I was carrying.
Walked out of that store smiling with my head held high!
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ReplyDeleteI love it! I'm that Walmart girl every week!...Only I'm the one in my pajama pants and old late night T that's now at about a 4 thread count from being washed so many times yelling at my kids who are playing tag in the racks of cloths "GET BACK HERE!...I WILL BEAT YOU!" Then when the appalled June Cleaver in the next check out line over looks at me in disgust I flash her a big ol' smile! Yep...that's me!
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