I just got home from a weekly shopping trip and I am happy to report that we all survived.
I'm mostly exaggerating about the difficulty of it all (because truly, I am so thankful for the blessing of an abundance of food!!), but goodness, grocery shopping can be an adventure. I took two of our littles with me, thinking it would be a good outing for them. Which it was. But I was also reminded why I rarely take them with me to shop if at all possible.
Boy Babe#1 wanted to eat every single thing I put into the cart and had a big grape in his mouth before I realized it. He's only 14 months old but has a stubborn streak and let all of Walmart know how mad he was about the grape-removal-from-mouth situation. He was STARVING, after all. Because his 25-pound self hadn't eaten in at least 5 minutes.
Well anyway, my 6 year old was a trooper, an incredible helper, and only asked 26 questions while I was trying to think about my grocery list.
In the end, I was most grateful that as I was checking out and wondering how I was possibly going to make it to the car with my overflowing cart with a messed up wheel (of course), my friend Gail was at the next register checking out too. BLESS HER!!! We teamworked the babes and the food and the carts and the whole shabang.
This story has no point. Thank you for listening. I went grocery shopping and lived to tell about it. That is all.