I don’t know what happened. Â It started out like any other day. Â We got up at the same time, we ate at the same time, and we left at the same time. Â There were no problems. Â It was grocery shopping day. Â I’ve come to like grocery shopping with Ellie now. Â Especially since she’s been riding shot gun in the buggy. Â It’s like our special time. Â She holds the grocery list and pen and I roll her around. Â But I don’t know what happened that day. Â The trip was so off I might as well have gone to Kroger.
Normally, when we first walk in to Meijer, Ellie starts smiling and playing peek-a-boo with the greeter while I get the buggy situated. Â Then as we drive off Ellie gives the greeter a big wave. Â This time Ellie did NOT want to sit in the buggy. Â She did for about three minutes, and then she started squirming and whining. Â And then it turned into a full blown tantrum as she tried to stand up and get out. Â I didn’t have a big list that week so I thought I’d just carry her. Â She was still whining a little bit, but once she grabbed the list from my hand she calmed down a bit.
I haven’t had to carry her through the store in such a long time. Â And of course the day I do, the store happened to be overly congested. Â There were a bunch of women pushing their buggies at a snail’s pace with their lowly husbands lingering behind, dragging their feet. Â I think it was “Bring Your Pathetically Bored Husband to Meijer Day.” Â Every time a woman would come around the corner, sure enough about a minute later you’d see a guy trudging along looking down at his feet. Â He’d eventually look up and let out a big sigh. Â They were like little kids who were only there because they were bribed with promises of a treat. Â I saw them eyeing cupcakes from the clearance bakery section. Â Personally, I wanted a treat for having to maneuver through this obstacle of marital bliss on display. Â Not only were there road blocks, but I picked the buggy that pulled to the left… AGAIN! Â I was driving a crooked buggy with one hand while holding a baby in the other. Â It just wasn’t working.
While we were going down one of the aisles, Ellie started wiggling like a puppy who just saw a squirrel. Â “Let me go! Let me go!” Â I had no choice but to have her stand up on the floor because I was about to drop her. Â Once she was standing, she was soo happy. Â “Let’s shop dad!”Â I figured I could give this walking-beside-me-thing a try. Â She did good for awhile. Â She was pushing the buggy and giggling. Â She started causing a bit of a traffic jam, but then again so were the women and their mopy husbands. Â And then, she bolted. Â “AAAhhhh, come and get me dad! Â AH hahahaha!” Â She had my list, too! Â I spent a good five minutes chasing her up and down the aisles like I was trying to lasso a prairie dog from a chuck wagon.
I was able to tackle her and we headed for the baby aisle to get a box of treats. Â While we were in that aisle she started taking everything off the shelves and stacking them neatly on the floor. Â At this point I decided to reach for the camera. Â Might as well, right? Â I didn’t want Aya to think I was lying when I relayed the story to her in hopes for some sympathy.
Finally, we headed for the check-out. Â When I went to select the check-out aisle I went against my instincts. Â I knew it was a mistake when I got in line, but by then it was too late. Â For the past month or so, our shopping trips have been so regimented that I was always able to get the same cashier. Â But since Ellie knocked me off my game, I was pretty frazzled and went to the shortest line instead of my usual line. Â Shortest line doesn’t always mean the best. Â This cashier lady was incapable of smiling and had the craziest hair. Â It was kind of like a cavewoman hair-do. Â I thought I could see a bone in it like on the Flinstone’s. Â She even kind of grunted like a cave woman. Â “EErr urr?” Â Yes, that is cilantro. Â And to top it off, she was soooo sloooowwwww. The longer we stood there, the antsier Ellie was getting. Â And so was I.
Between the whining, the chasing, the wiggling, the holding, the wobbly buggy, and the check-out fiasco, I was beat. Â And it was barely even 11:00am! Â Maybe next time I need to bribe her with promises of day old bakery treats.Â I know at least I deserve one.