Took all three to the grocery today. I do that often. But today I was in no shape. Even after a “pep” talk that involved a great number of threats, a trip that should have taken 35 minutes took almost two hours.
I ran over each boy with the cart at least twice. We made two trips to the restroom, for all three kids. BTW: my boys think it’s a sin to use the women’s restroom now.
We looked at the fish. One hid in multiple clothes racks and jumped out to scare us. The baby pulled three shirts from the hangers. All in all, it wasn’t terrible. But I. Was. Done.
This particular store has mostly self checkout lines. The boys insisted on buying toys for my in-laws’ dog. I obliged.
At the checkout line—- I am scanning our items. I have trained the 6-year-old to bag groceries while I self-check. Child labor, schmild labor. The lady overseeing self-checkout must have felt sorry for him and came to assist him.
The rubber chicken/duck we were purchasing for the cousin-dog didn’t have a tag. I’m sure it once had a tag. But between the oldest and the baby throwing it and chewing on it, the tag was gone. The lady approached me. She looked it over. She asked if it had a tag. I told her I’m sure it did. She looked at me long and hard.
I think she saw the despair in my eyes. The despair at the thought of spending 3 more minutes at that station while she searched for a price and a code.
She told me it didn’t squeak anymore–which I’m certain was due to the 11 minutes it spent with my children, and said, “it’s ok. It doesn’t work. Just take it.”
I just want to say thank you to that young lady. Not because the $4 would make a difference in our already depeleting family funds. But for noticing that I was done. I was spent. And I had nothing left to stand and wait for a price check on a plastic duck with a squeaker for my mother-in-law’s dog. She will never know how much her kindness is appreciated— Unless she has three unruly children. In that case, she might. Much love to all beautiful women out there today!! ? God made you. And you just might be the one whom blesses another struggling woman today.
❤️ Shalom
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