Do you remember the days when supermarket shopping was, if not necessarily enjoyable, tolerable because you had a) time and b) money? Having a baby put an end to that straight away. However, todays little venture was quite possibly the worst supermarket trip yet.
I hate hate hate going to this particular supermarket at the best of times as it is always stupidly busy, full of rude and often smelly people, a disproportionate amount of which are in those super-charged mobility scooters which clearly gives them right of way at ALL times. However, we have guests for dinner tonight and it is the only store within walking distance likely to have fresh tarragon, which is the vital ingredient for the only dish that I can be arsed to make.
So off we went, me and the boy. Immediately on entering the store W started the ‘lets chuck my dummy out of the pram’ game. He likes this one, and is getting surprisingly good at it. Those things can really fly. Approximately halfway round the store he then makes the poo-face. You know the one. For a looooooooong time. Then cries. And cries. With my half-full basket I then have to track down a store assistant to mind my shopping while I take him to the baby-change because in this particular place it is outside the main store. That’s right folks. Outside. And the queue is mahoosive. Great.
Some time later we return to the store where, thankfully, the very kind chap was still waiting for us. Deep breaths and we re-enter the fray. In my hurry to get us out of there I fail to notice that the dummy game is back in action, may have been for some time in fact, as said dummy is now AWOL. And W is screaming. His head off. We re-trace our steps but nope, there is no sign. I do my best to entertain him with amusing faces. Instead of looking where I am going. Shortly after a pyramid of Mini-Cheddar Tubs is rolling across the aisles. Move on swiftly folks, nothing to see here.
After the usual check-out trauma we are OUT OF THERE, phew. It is raining, torrentially. BUGGER. I have forgotten the rain-cover for the pram, complete mummy-fail, BUGGER BUGGER BUGGER.
I call a cab. It arrives. The seat-belt isn’t long enough for the car-seat. They call another one. We wait. It finally arrives. Seat fits. Very kind man takes us home.
I want to cry.
BREAKING NEWS UPDATE:
I forgot the tarragon.
Weeps.
I have one thing to say to you…..internet shopping
If it hadn’t been am emergency absolutely! That is definitely the way forward x
I hate trips like this. It’s just one thing after another. Hope dinner makes it all worth while. x
Thank you chicken. Just needed a moan x
I ahte food shopping now LPV turns into demon child as soon as we walk through the doors
I think Elaine has the right idea. Internet shopping has to be the way forward! X
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Ooooh great! Thank you. Am very much cheered x
I’ve found the only way to keep C entertained now is for her to sit in the trolley seat, she loves it! My heart goes out to you though, I’ve definately been there, hope you enjoyed the dinner xx
Thanks honey! Xxx
It had been said before, but really, one one answer: internet!
Yep, it is the way forward. God bless the Internet!
I always Internet shop as I hate supermarket shopping on my own never mind with the kids!
We have dummy clips to prevent our youngest playing the dummy throwing game 🙂
Dummy clips? What is this marvelous sounding invention? I think I need to get some of those!
And on a positive note, you had a crap day, but got great material for a blog post! GG once chucked a jar of tomato pasta sauce on the floor in the toothbrush aisle. There was a lot of very fiddly cleaning! And yes – I used to love the chance to wander aimlessly around a supermarket for a couple of hours, and then to prepare luscious meals all day. Shopping and cooking – all destroyed by the advent of the child! Just as well, I can’t afford to buy anything anyway!
Argh. Pasta sauce? Disaster! Poor you x
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There isn’t a parent on the planet who hasn’t had a shopping trip like this (unless they have household staff!)….. once in Sainsbury’s N was crying so loudly and so continuously they opened a till especially for us. I know this because as I saw them opening it I thought “Brill, no queue” and headed for it, only to be beaten by another woman (without any kids). The slight feeling of frustration at this happening was quickly replaced by one of acute embarrassment when the checkout supervisor ushered her out of the way, telling her they had opened for “the lady with the crying baby”. Sadly, hole in floor wasn’t operating that day.
There’s going to be lots of these supermarket events. Wait for the child-lying-on-floor one. And it doesn’t get that much better as they get older…..pester power…….I do lots of internet shopping in the holidays!
I bet you do! I think it is the way forward. And I can’t imagine N throwing a tantrum. She always looks so angelic 🙂