The Daily Dreaded Dinner Run!

Just running into the store for a few things for dinner. This is always my intention. I never think I'm going to walk aimlessly through Wegmans carefree- or should I say list free. Our adventure usually starts out as soon as we leave the house. Yep, for some reason my children don't know how to behave in the car! Shocking isn't it?- but that is for another blog.

You would think choosing a cart would be a simple mindless task- NOPE! Not for us! I refuse to push those cumbersome carts with the filthy plastic car attached to it. I find they are extremely difficult to push not to mention a breeding ground for infections! Eww! I'm positive that none of the very attentive Wegmans employees spend their time disinfecting these carts before and after each and every use. So if I'm lucky there aren't any in site as we are making our cart selection.

90% of the time I end up taking the smaller push cart that isn't big enough to hold an entire order or a child! God gave you legs! Use them! The fun begins when they start arguing over who is going to "help" me push, and which side of the cart they are going to stand on. This usually last only about as far as the produce section because there a whole other world opens up. The concept of looking with your eyes and not with your hands is completely unfathomable to Ellie and Ethan.

Ellie is more of a little helper now- I can usually give her a small job to do that will keep her occupied as long as it doesn't involve anything breakable or easily bruised by dropping a trillion times. That is until Ethan finds out- and that's where the fight starts. Naturally he will insist on doing anything I've asked her to do, that that means I now will have double, and triple the items I had originally needed or wanted.

Just when I think I'm finally making progress- I'm cruising down the aisles. I'm actually putting things we need in the cart. The "Mommy... I want ____ fill in the blank" starts. It could be anything from ANOTHER toothbrush ( since we must have over 100- I should really start buying stock in Colgate) to Tic-Tacs, Mentos, the jumbo economy size box of Popsicles. You name it they need it! Most of the time I don't even look at the request, I know it's either something we already have or something they think they can sneak by when I'm not looking. I suddenly turn into a recorded message of "No's!" At this point I'm the "Ugliest, meanest, most selfish Mommy in the whole world." According to Ethan.

Now God forbid I turn my back for a second and a half...maybe because I have to actually look for something on a shelf? WATCH OUT! I guarantee you all hell breaks loose! Exactly! I don't even need to turn around I heard the crash of the entire content of my shopping cart all over the floor BROKEN! Here it comes. The anger! As if I wasn't already irritated enough now I'm really mad! I can feel the veins in my neck starting to bulge and my face getting hot and red. I scramble to recover anything and everything that isn't totally ruined and put it back in the cart. All I can think about is getting the heck out of the store as fast as I possibly can. I grab them both by their hands and start walking as fast as I can. As we get to the register all I hear over head is "Clean-up in aisle 3."