After making it through the carpool line not once but twice without incident, working my arse off trying to get my body back into shape af my ter youngest stretched, pulled and distorted in to something I barely recognize, playing what seems like three hours of dress up, and then doing arts and crafts. I am frickin exhausted. Could that be right it is only 1:00pm. Sometimes my days seem to stretch into weeks I am at a loss for what to do next so I pack the girls up and I am off to the grocery store. I get on my disguise a hat and large black sunglasses. Some of the moms tease me nicknaming me "Hollywood." Really I am trying to hide the greasy hair, black circles and lack of makeup.
Today is my 4th trip to the grocery store this week. It is one of the few places my daughters are contained and content. With every aisle filled with free samples we eat lunch and there are still more freebies for a snack. One of the ladies who works there plays with my youngest daughters foot and notes how big she is getting and then says "you are going to recognize me soon." I laugh but that is the truth. I see the grocery store lady more than some of my closest family.
I am strolling my cart through the grocery store looking around for something to purchase because in my fridge right now there is enough food to feed a small army. But as I look, I think there is always something you need. Today there is a sale on princess cups, they are still an outrageous price but can you ever have enough princess stuff? Sure I shove it in my cart. I am a sucker for a sale!! I look down and my daughter Alexis she is eating something chocolaty and sweet she has pulled off the shelf. All sugary treat are placed at eye level to entice kids, my daughter falls for it every time.
As I look down at my baby Emme she is staring at the lights above I start to talk to her about all the thing we are looking for, what our plans for dinner are, when she is going to take a nap and ask her if she is hungry. I pretend not to notice all the people starring at me and for the ones who make a point to make eye contact I explain "they say it is important to talk to your babies all the time." I do not think most of them believe me and are wondering who "they" are and why did "they" say it was ok to talk to yourself and was "they" her doctor at the looney bin? Then I get this response from the other crazy people "Sure I do that too." These are the ones you see coming down the aisle and you turn and go the other way.
As I am talking and walking one lady looks at me with great interest I say to my girls "do you how much I love you" she responded "no how much." I look around is she talking to me then I give her a wide eyed stare I am at a loss for what to say. So I just stare, we are just staring at each other then she get a strange almost scared look on her face and she hurries down the aisle. Oh no now I am scaring people, I have just turned into one of the crazy people you see and go the other way.
As I go to the aisle where the free cookies are I grab two. I give one to my three old and then hand the other one to my nine month old daughter without even thinking. Before I know she is eating this cookie like it is the best thing she has ever had. I guess so, Lord have mercy, my oldest daughter never had sugar till she was at least a year old and that was her birthday cake. She ate an all organic diet, never ate sweets, sodas or candy, God forbid. Now here I am plying my baby with cookies. But she is happy and silent. Oh well I am sure she will live another day to eat more cookies and many more sugary treats.
As I lug the groceries in I drop the sandwiches, the flower bag rips scattering flowers all over the ground, my milk is dripping, and I am cursing under my breath as my daughter stands at our door screaming for her new princess cup. I say please just go upstairs and get ready for bed. She says "only if you will come up in a minute with my princess cup, is that a deal?" I agree. You know you have made too many deals when she starts making deals of her own. And that concludes a day in my life as a stay at home mom with the girls napping and me writing my stories.
Kirsten
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