I used to be a 'one trip a week' kind of grocery shopper, but since I have to two milk-addicted babies and a fridge that only comfortably holds 3 gallons (I need a deep freezer for extras, but that is another post for another day), I find myself frequenting the grocer's more often than I would like.
The other week I needed to make a milk run. At night. With all four children (plus an extra, just for fun...and because I told his mom I would bring him home from basketball practice). Since we hadn't carved out time (pun intended) to find Halloween pumpkins yet, I decided the milk run would also serve as our 'pick your pumpkin from the bin' outing. Not exactly the pumpkin patch experience of the mid-west, but kind of the way it is in these here parts.
Before exiting the car, I told the children that they needed to 1: walk, 2: stay with me, 3: not scream. As soon as the van door opened, said
I loaded Davis into the car cart (beep beep), the baby into the cart seat and tried to NOT let the other three kiddos get killed as we crossed the parking lot. The pumpkin bins were our first stop, since they are on the way in. Chaos ensued, but four plump ones were quickly chosen and loaded into the cart (and only the little guy dropped his 3 or 4 times on the sidewalk).
I walked into the store with the intention of going straight to the dairy case (which, by the way, do they HAVE to put it in the VERY back of the store?), but got a bit distracted by a few other things I needed to get. By the time we had made it to the back of the store for the milk, and back again to the check-out, I felt a bit like someone stuck in the middle of the Tazmanian Devil's tornado. Sheesh! I was glad to get OUT of the store.
But, as we were loading everyone (and every pumpkin) back into the van, I noticed it....pilfered candy in the hands of the 2-year-old. Eek! My first instinct (I am ashamed to say) was to stuff it in the back of the van and pretend I wasn't harboring stolen goods. I mean, the idea of hauling my crew BACK into the store for a $.75 bag of Skittles? Really? But, the big kids saw the candy. Drat!
Thankfully, my often-shy-Dal was willing to go back into the store alone to return the snitched snack, while I ignored the shrieks of our thief who was screaming "TANDY, TANDY!" at the top of his lungs. Dal was quick to tell the checker that is was the LITTLE brother who took it, not him.
And, we are honest in our dealings once again.
The moral of this story: Get a milkman.
12 comments:
Oh, you know I can relate to this! Good job, Dallin! So will you get a milkman? I have seriously considered it, because not having to go to the store for milk would seriously bless my life.
Let me guess which child was climbing up the cart return poles...hmmmm.... A milkman would be a blessing around here too.
I understand the tazmanian devil analogy so well I recently used it myself! Great story, though!
My two rules for grocery shopping: 1) Don't go when hungry; 2) Don't take kids! (I break both of those rules on a regular basis) I guess I never have been really good at sticking to the rules.
Hahaha! LOVE the moral of the story. And the story itself, of course.
Bless your heart. You need to get Roaly Crest delivered to your door. We LOVE it!!
Sorry...Royal ha!
LOVE it!
We have done that before too, and I just drove to the front doors and tossed the stolen goods in to all of the stacked up carts at the front of the store. That is kind of embarassing.
Oh so familiar! Sad news apparently we are not Colorado bound. It is not on the list of available spots for us to request. We have been mourning about it. I had already moved in next door to you in my mind So sad.
Adri, you are always the calm one!! I didn't think you could ever feel like the tazmanian devil! But the grocery store (and 5 kids) brings it out in the best of us, I guess :)
I believe in the milk man - and Schwans - and sometimes ordering groceries from Amazon. If we didn't have food allergies in the house, I'd be all over that!
Royal Crest is the best delivered milk ever! I miss it so much since moving from the Springs. They are cheap, AND they even have 1.5% milk. It was heavenly to have it delivered, and we all loved it.
Sounds like home delivery milk would be a good new years resolution for the Murdocks! Love how you paint such a picture with your words. Keep saving the blog entries for your future book, my little writer! I LOVE YOU! xoxoxo
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