Monday, October 18, 2010

Grocery Shopping with Kids...sucks

I hate it. Last night before bed I could feel myself starting to panic, as I envisioned the following mornings trip to the grocery market. I tried to time it perfectly so the baby would be sleeping, the boys would have energy, and everyone would have a happy experience. But, the universe was against me today. Can you relate?

Immediately as we walk in, 2 yr old wants to get out of the cart and help push the cart. Sounds okay to me, but then 4 yr old wants to help push the cart. Then fighting breaks out because pushing the cart together is not okay with them, so I say no one can push the cart. More whining, and complaining. Then 4 yr old wants to help put groceries in the cart, then 2 yr old wants to help put groceries in the cart--only they want to put the same groceries in the cart-more fighting, and more whining. Then 2 yr old wants to hold onto the side of the cart. Then the cart nearly tips over, and 2 yr old is crying, unhurt, thank goodness. Then I put 2 yr old back into the cart. Then baby wakes up and isn't happy in his Mei-tei, so I curse myself for not bringing a front-facing wrap. Then I wonder why I don't own a car seat for shopping trips such as this one. Although I know he wouldn't be happy in there, either. Now I am holding baby under one arm meanwhile trying to find everything on our list. Then 2 yr old wants back out of the cart. Then older boys decide to run and scream up and down the aisles, which comes with a disgruntled head-shake from the old lady in the wheel chair. Then 2 yr old suddenly has to go pee, so we rush to the bathroom, which is all the way in the back of the store. It's filthy, the toilet seat is covered in urine. So,with baby under one arm and 2 yr old under the other, I lift 2 yr old over the toilet to pee so he won't touch anything. Pee goes everywhere, thus contributing to the mess. We get out of there as fast as possible and continue with our list, only now 4 yr old is upset because he says I didn't feed him enough breakfast and he's starving. "Like really starving," he says. So I tell him he has to wait, but 10 minutes pass and he's still upset because he's starving. So I open a pack of unpaid granola bars, which I hate doing, and makes me feel so white trashy.
Now we can keep going, stomachs fuller, back to finishing our list. Except my arm hurts because baby is 15 lbs and I am still holding him under my arm, except now he starts to get hungry so he's fussing, too, which gives me anxiety. And I'd like to stop and feed him, but hanging out in the store for 20 mins, with two wild boys on the loose doesn't sound like a good idea. We finally get all our items and make it to the line. The boys are now spinning the plastic bag holder around in circles while I frantically throw groceries onto the conveyer belt. We're almost out of there when I hear the cashier say, "Didn't you know this is no longer a WIC item?" which means we have to wait while the bagger goes back into the aisles to find my correct tortillas. Meanwhile there is a long line forming, with disgruntled shoppers glancing impatiently at their watches.We finally drive home as fast as possible, so I can get into the house and feed our fussy, hungry baby. I can't carry all the groceries into the house because our apartment is a 2 minute walk from the parking lot, and up one flight of stairs. So, I carry a few bags and promise to come back when I can. I finally get in the house, feed the baby, change his diaper, put a movie on for the boys and start lunch. Then an hour 1/2 later I realize I still have to retrieve the other half of the groceries in the car--my milk, frozen juice, and hot dogs have just been sitting out there, hopefully not rotting. So, I run out there as quickly as possible, leaving all 3 kids in the house--hoping that 2 yr old doesn't accidentally hurt the baby, for the 4 minutes I'm outside. I get back inside, put away groceries, take an advil for my new migraine, sit down, and take a breather. Then I remember I forgot to buy the pumpkin puree for the pumpkin cookies I promised we'd make today. ugh!

Summary: I realize there are many preventable measures I could've taken, and good-parenting tools I should have practiced today--but sometimes It seems like no matter what I do, grocery shopping is a challenge.
I guess I just feel like saying,
Life was a lot easier when I could grab a sandwich at Subway and call it good.

13 comments:

Da Denninghoff's said...

Oh my gooshness Sally. I was just contemplating taking all 3 kids to the store today. Thinking about how I was going to do it, or even if I should do it. I wasn't sure If i was that courageous yet, but we do need toilet paper. I guess we'll just use paper towels until my husband comes home:) I feel you girl

Sallyseashell said...

Ha ha-sorry to be discouraging! It's just the honest truth! I remember using the phone book for toilet paper when I was little sometimes--and now I can see why.

Wendy said...

Rod tells me all the time, "I don't know how or even why you would ever even consider taking all three boys to the grocery store. You're crazy. Well, it's not me, it's them, right? You're trip sounds identical to mine:)

Chelsea M said...

I've never even attempted to take all 3 to store, and your story has confirmed that this is the correct decision. :) I laughed and cringed the whole way through! I can totally relate to feeling anxiety when I have a hungry baby and can't feed him/her right away. My mom had 8 kids, and I remember her leaving late at night, or early in the morning, to do grocery trips while my dad was home with all of us. We'd beg to go, but she rarely let us. Maybe at least your kids will thank you someday for allowing them to go with you? :)

Sallyseashell said...

I think I've concluded that, although I'm home with the kids all week, grocery shopping is not going to be one of our activities!! At least not with all 3. I'll have to wait for a time when Micah can stay with Zadok. I don't mind taking the younger 2. Thanks for relating friends! Mommy life is a constant education!

tracy said...

Oh Sally! I totally understand! Totally! Here is a story to make you laugh...tonight at Jo-Ann Fabrics my six year old got this panicked look on his face and said "Mom, I need you to take me to the bathroom right now! I need to poop!" I was just about to finally get to the front of the line, so I sent my 10 year old to run him to the bathroom and then after I paid, I went to check on things. When I got back there, he told me mom I need to get some toilet paper to clean up my poop. I said, "Poop on your bum?" and he said, "No, poop on the floor out there." I said, "Did you poop on the floor?" He said "No, it fell out of my pants on to the floor."

All with a straight face. All like this is a normal occurrence. I was trying not to die. I went out to the store with paper towels and dread while he led me to the poop. Turned out to be just a little rock sized piece of poop that I picked up quick as a wink and ran it back to the bathroom.

Never has that happened to me before and I hope it never does again!

arianne said...

Oh, do I hear you. Now with four kids, I know I just can't attempt shopping with them along. Period. Three was already so crazy.

The Estrogen Files said...

Totally. I try to go when Hubbers is home so I don't have to drag the screaming mongrel herd with me.

Many more people than will admit have been where you are. Even that cranky old lady in the wheelchair. At least she didn't try to run you over with it! (Been there, had an old lady do that!)

Katherine said...

When Chad is gone to work, we survive off Reed's dairy home delivery, Bountiful Baskets, and food storage.

Tracy, your 6 year old has done that at my house. Maybe it is a normal occurrence, he just cleans it up so efficiently that you never knew about it. lol

tracy said...

WHAT!!!!!! He doesn't do that at my house! Or if he does, he is pretty amazing at never letting any of us know and I can tell you if Kez had any idea he was doing that she would be proclaiming it to the world. She loves mortifying him.

I am so sorry!

Katherine said...

It's not a big deal at all. I was downstairs and Jain came running, "Someone pooped in my room." By the time I got upstairs, it had been taken care of, he'd gone potty and was washing his hands. It was on the bed so I took the sheet off and threw it in the wash. I have no idea how big it was, but it must have been hard, because there was no evidence left. He's a good kid. I never would have known if Jain hadn't seen it.

Sallyseashell said...

you guys are cracking me up! I'm so enjoying this discussion about the dissapearing poop!

Lacey Young said...

i just started reading your blog. It's so funny :) This grocery shopping experience sounds exactly the same as mine - all the time! Ain't it great.