Parking Lot Horrors

I took the boys on a big grocery shopping trip this morning. This may not seem like a big deal to you, but it is. It IS!!!! I have only taken them on a BIG shopping trip with me two times since Mini-Man's birth since the most inexpensive grocery store has extremely crappy 2-kid carts. And besides the cart situation, I really have no desire to listen to whining, crying, wailing, etc. while I am busy examining heads of lettuce in the produce section. I usually go shopping after the kids go to bed but today a shopping trip was desperately needed if we didn't want to eat a can of tuna and limp asparagus for dinner.

The trip went rather well. I filled my purse with Baby Goldfish Crackers, Gerber Wagon Wheels, 2 packages of fruit snacks, a Buzz Lightyear and a Woody. (Wow, I guess we could have had all THAT for dinner, minus the action figures of course)

Mini-Man did pretty good, as long as he had a Wagon Wheel in each fist and a cracker in his mouth. Typical.

I put A-Boy in the basket part of the cart which isn't ideal but neither is having him run laps around the store doing the Beavis and Butthead "Uh heh heh, Uh heh heh". He tolerated it, but tried to stand up a lot because he was sitting between the milk and a bag of frozen waffles and was apparently starting to lose feeling in his fingers and toes. I was impressed that he was so good, especially while in a hypothermic state so I bought him a donut for lunch. Yep. The kid had a donut for lunch. Actually, more of just chocolate frosting for lunch. He didn't really eat the donut part.

We left the store and I packed everything into the car including the kids and attempted to back out of our parking place. I decided that I wanted to go the opposite way of how I should. You know, turn right instead of left out of the space. Why I did this I have no idea. I thought I could make it then realized I couldn't and ended up doing a 5 point turnaround. Fine, right? Who cares, no big deal. That's what I thought until I saw two twentysomething Mexican dudes in their car, waiting for me and laughing their heads off. I ignored them and finished my 253-point turnaround. As they passed me the passenger of the car pretended he was holding a steering wheel, pointed at me and they both busted up laughing. For. Rude.

So, I did what any other responsible, mature mother-of-two would do in this type of situation. I stuck my tongue at them. Which, I might add, made them laugh even harder. Jerks.

I know that doesn't seem that bad, but I still have a red face. It's like my Babies R Us experience all over again. Actually, this one was not as bad as that, but it still ranks on the "Extremely Embarrassing and Stupid Things That Emily Does" list. I hate that list. Why couldn't I have just turned the opposite way? I never know why I do the stupid things I do.

Oh well. I should be more like A-Boy. He just plain doesn't care what people think. Proof in the picture below. I dressed him in shorts and short sleeves today because yesterday he was so hot. He played outside for a few minutes today, then came back in and demanded a jacket and a hat. But I couldn't find HIS hat, this is his little brother's. Waist up he is all winter, waist down, it's summertime, baby. Gotta love kids.