Today I went to the grocery store with a rather extensive list.
The kids were being normal, considering. Definitely some whining, but we were getting through. We only smashed one container of food on the ground (marinated mozzarella balls. They were really nice about it, and they didn't even make me pay for it.) Toward the end, Charlie started up the potty dance. I told him we would go as soon as we checked out.
Halfway through the checkout, he was gone. I knew he went to the bathroom, and I KNEW he was in the "triangle" bathroom, because "the circle one is for GIRLS!"
They suspended my checkout. I stood outside the men's room for ten minutes, yelling in instructions. It took him five minutes to figure out how to turn on the water. I kept asking the men who were going in and out to please help my son. No one did.
I finally went in, dragged him out, put him in the ladies, and washed his hands (with my other baby and half our groceries in the cart, unattended.) Then I listened to his screams while I finished checking out about how he wanted the kid's paper towel (don't ask me what that means.)
Finally got out to the car. Buckling the other baby in her car seat when I hear various screams. Look up. My eldest is in the cart, pouting, rolling down the parking lot (toward a hill which goes down to the main street.)
You are not a bad mom. Whatever you did.
(PS, some man hopped out of a car and saved him right as I got to him. I can be kinda fast when one of my kids is about to die. The man had two kids with him and a mini van, which indicates there might be more than two, I would have thought he would have been nicer to me. I thought the whole parking lot was going to string me up. I fully expect someone wrote down my license plate number though, so I am sure I will be getting a call any day.)
(PS2, I am laughing too.)
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