July 21, 2007

The kids and I headed to Brookshires this afternoon. It took us an hour and a half just to buy $60 in groceries.

I gave Camryn and Dylan each a bag of candy to try and keep them quiet, and all was well for the first 15 minutes of our trip. But it didn't last long .

Courtlyn started screaming in her car seat, and it finally got to the point that I couldn't take it anymore so I got her out and carried her in one arm and pushed the cart with the other. That wasn't so bad, until she then continued to get more pissed off and I had to give in and feed her. So I'm walking through Brookshire's, attempting to read my list and actually buy things, while holding Courtlyn in one arm, holding the bottle with my chin, and still pushing the cart. At this point the kids were on a total sugar high....and anyone that knows Dylan (my 2 year old) can imagine what he's like after a bag of candy! He was all over the place. And my 4 year old, being the little bossy mother that she is, was trying to control him....which only made him act worse. Everytime I set Courtlyn up on my shoulder she would projectile vomit and scream, so in addition to everything else, I was covered in spitup too! The store was crowded of course, and it was hard to keep the cart going in the right direction since I was pushing it with one hand and holding a bottle with my chin, especially since Dylan kept jumping on and off the side rail. I was so stressed that I was starting to sweat, and an older lady walked by me and asked how old she was, and the told me I should have her covered in a blanket! What the hell? Did I look like I possibly gave a shit about a blanket? At that point everyone should have just been glad that I didn't leave all my kids at the store and come home by myself. Screw giving me advice about my cold baby....could someone just offer to get the canned pineapple off the top shelf for me?