A day at the grocery store!
The other day Eli, Liam and I went grocery shopping. The day started out great....
We finished up at HT and then moved on to Walmart (not my favorite place but hey I'm on a budget). We were almost finished when Eli started pitching a fit because he wanted strawberry waffles and not blueberry. He threw himself on the floor and next thing I know he is crying hysterically with blood dripping everywhere. He had busted his lower lip pretty good. I was shocked at how there were probably 6 or 7 other people in the aisle with us and not one of them offered to help me with this situation. After all I did have a extremely full shopping cart, with another child in it and one that was bleeding everywhere. No "can I get you a wet paper towel... or here's a tissue". Instead me being the prepared mommy that I am (having no tissue in my own purse) had to find something....oh yes let's see (rifling through my purse) pen..no.......receipt..no........hand sanitizer...no......pantyliner..yep that will have to do. So I used a pantyliner to stop the bleeding - nice huh! Eli still looked like a mess with dried blood all over his face and jacket but he wouldn't let me take him to the bathroom to clean up so I held his hand to the checkout, paid and proceeded out to my car. I put Eli in first and then Liam. As I walked around my car my shopping cart was gone....GONE! In my head I was thinking, 'you have got to be kidding me, someone just stole my cart, someone just stole my $280 worth of groceries...' So I started looking around for someone running off with my groceries. Nope no one running off with my groceries, but a nice kind man was running AFTER my groceries. My cart was about 50ft away from my car and slammed into a curb hurdling a good number of my groceries onto the ground. The kind man apologized for not catching it sooner. I told him I was grateful he tried. As I pushed my heavy cart back up to the car I was just thankful that A) Liam wasn't still in the cart - sinking feeling in my chest..... and B) that someone really hadn't stolen my groceries. After that I was exhausted and just wanted to go home.
We finished up at HT and then moved on to Walmart (not my favorite place but hey I'm on a budget). We were almost finished when Eli started pitching a fit because he wanted strawberry waffles and not blueberry. He threw himself on the floor and next thing I know he is crying hysterically with blood dripping everywhere. He had busted his lower lip pretty good. I was shocked at how there were probably 6 or 7 other people in the aisle with us and not one of them offered to help me with this situation. After all I did have a extremely full shopping cart, with another child in it and one that was bleeding everywhere. No "can I get you a wet paper towel... or here's a tissue". Instead me being the prepared mommy that I am (having no tissue in my own purse) had to find something....oh yes let's see (rifling through my purse) pen..no.......receipt..no........hand sanitizer...no......pantyliner..yep that will have to do. So I used a pantyliner to stop the bleeding - nice huh! Eli still looked like a mess with dried blood all over his face and jacket but he wouldn't let me take him to the bathroom to clean up so I held his hand to the checkout, paid and proceeded out to my car. I put Eli in first and then Liam. As I walked around my car my shopping cart was gone....GONE! In my head I was thinking, 'you have got to be kidding me, someone just stole my cart, someone just stole my $280 worth of groceries...' So I started looking around for someone running off with my groceries. Nope no one running off with my groceries, but a nice kind man was running AFTER my groceries. My cart was about 50ft away from my car and slammed into a curb hurdling a good number of my groceries onto the ground. The kind man apologized for not catching it sooner. I told him I was grateful he tried. As I pushed my heavy cart back up to the car I was just thankful that A) Liam wasn't still in the cart - sinking feeling in my chest..... and B) that someone really hadn't stolen my groceries. After that I was exhausted and just wanted to go home.
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