Thursday, July 31, 2008

And the hits just keep on comin'

Today was payday for Burge, therefore today was grocery shopping day in our house. I like to grocery shop alone for several reasons. First, it's just about the only time when I am awake that I have to myself. So, yes, I relish grocery shopping. Also, since jumping on the coupon clipping bandwagon, I really have to concentrate. I have to keep up with my grocery list, the coupons that go with my list, the extra coupons that I think I might can get some good deals on, and the running total so I don't go over my budget. Well, I got roped into taking Abby with me today. Last night after church, we stopped at Piggly Wiggly to pick up some ground beef that was on sale. Abby, of course, wanted to go in with Burge while Grayson and I stayed in the car. And Abby, of course, wanted to push the buggy. Only Burge didn't get a buggy for just a package of meat. She got back in the car upset. Boo-hooing, actually. So, to make it up to her I told her she could go grocery shopping with me. Big mistake, on so many levels.

Abby is definitely her mother's daughter. She cannot keep her mouth shut to save her life. I can tune her out most of the time when we're at home. Tuning her out is not such a good idea when you're in a crowded Wal-Mart. I couldn't concentrate like I needed to and spent more than I had intended to. Then a killer storm stopped right on top of Wal-Mart and knocked the power out while we were trying to pick out some bananas. Then we had to wait until there was a break in the cloud to ground lightning to get out to the car. Now, if you'll recall, my car is in the shop, so I was in Burge's car. Which meant I had no clicker. I need a clicker. Quite obviously, after today. So, I unlock the driver's door and throw the keys and my purse in the car. I unlock the rest of the doors, or so I thought, shut the driver's door and went to open Abby's. No go. I had locked the car back with my purse and keys inside. Burge had to load Grayson up and come unlock the car for me.

Seriously, a few more weeks like these last few, and I'll have a first class ticket to a padded cell...

1 comment:

  1. Don't feel so bad, Gina. At least you didn't lock Abby in the car, too! That happened to me with Catherine back in April...I had unlocked the van, put her in her seat and threw my keys in the front seat so I could buckle her up. But instead of opening my door BEFORE I closed hers, I closed her door and then tried to open mine, only to find that the doors had locked back (have no idea how). So, yes, we were in TX midmorning and my daughter is locked in the car w/out it running. Needless to say, I was freaking out by now. To make a longer story not so long, I had to call the fire department and they came and busted out one of the front windows to get her out. She was in there for about 20 minutes, but thankfully, it wasn't too hot yet, and she didn't really know what was going on. Talk about motherly guilt setting in! But, she's no worse for the wear!

    I'm the same way with shopping...I HAVE to go by myself or Shane has to go with me just to keep the kids in check.

    I've enjoyed reading your blogs and you have helped me get my cleaning & laundry schedule going (only after 3 years of being a SAHM). I look forward to hearing more from you! (Sorry for the novel!)



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