Our Trip to the Grocery Store

August 15, 2014

in I Learn the Lessons So You Don't Have To, Mommy-ville Detour

Thursday’s are kind of crazy around here. By Wednesday night we’ve usually finished washing all the dishes from last weekend’s cooking extravaganza and eaten all but a small, rationed portion of the food in the fridge that we’re saving for Thursday. Because Thursday is EPIC. Somehow it’s become the day when we get ALL THE FOOD. All of it. Everything we need for to survive the perils of the next week. So I alternate between sitting in my office and running around like a chicken with my head cut off (sometimes while picking up chickens sans head…theirs, not mine…come one, you can’t resist a good pun either…) all Thursday long. Thursday’s To-Do List looks a little something like this:

  • Speed-shop at Wegman’s during my lunch break.
  • Pay for 5dozen eggs delivered to office by our awesome farmer friend
  • Pick up cheese and Fish Oil from our Amish farmer network
  • Pick up the kids
  • Pick up our CSA bag off the sidewalk of a park downtown
  • Pick up fish, ice cream, and peaches from the Butcher
  • Pick up milk from our cowshare and assorted goodies from downtown grocery store.

Notice what’s not on that list?

  • Pick up the Little Miss and self off pavement.

KNEW I forgot something…

Yup. The Little Miss inherited not only my propensity for big words and long stories, my charm and adorableness, but also my grace. It only took me a year, but I finally convinced the daycare they don’t have to call us every time she bumps into a friend, the door, or the floor. They may have gotten a tad tired of the daily calls….

So you would think that I would know by now to never, ever, go out without bubble-wrapping her ala UPS’s employee of the year. (best Halloween costume idea EVER, btw…)

And yet there we were, mid-grocery-shopping, on the bricked sidewalk of downtown VA yesterday, sans bubble-wrap.  We’d made it through all but our last pick up, when I turned my back to lock the van, then turned around and went flying face first over my daughter.

Apparently she’d managed to fall down. While standing still. Again.

So there we were, two adorable girls sprawled on the sidewalk while the Little Man frantically collected my purse, grocery bag, and keys from a 10ft radius around us. And, as I explained to the Little Miss that there was nothing to be frightened of – the ground and her mother had not conspired to simultaneously attack her, and her bloody nose was more from the fact that she probably had her finger up her nose when she fell (given that that is one of her favorite storage spots for said finger), all I could think of was…at least no one saw us.

Except for the 5 o’clock rush hour traffic stopped at the red light.

And the small, furry dog now simultaneously licking my daughter’s nose and successfully distracting her from her bumps and scrapes.

And his owner.

Next week? We’re wearing bubblewrap.

{ 2 comments }

Deb & Alix August 17, 2014 at 5:14 pm

You have such a terrific sense of humor! Good luck with the bubble wrap 😉

Domesticated Gal September 3, 2014 at 3:27 pm

Thanks :) We’ve safely survived a few return trips now. Granted, Izzy has developed the habit of walking 10ft in front of me…but whatever it takes!

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