So can I do a tiny whiny “woe is me” real quick? I don’t typically get all hot and bothered in these parts, but something today just tipped me off , and I’m feeling the need to get it off my postpartum chest. Also, are you still postpartum six months after giving birth? I hope so.
Maybe it was the time of day/week/month/year that set me off. But whoa girl, I was set off.
It happened at our favorite big box store. You know the one, the one where you walk in with a small list, and walk out a Benjamin poorer.
Me: 4 kids. Piper and Nola walking like big girls, on their own two feet. Gage in my one arm, Paul in my other. I was heavily weighted down with two tired boys.
The other woman: Two girls, approximately 13 and 10 years of age. TEENAGERS!
We walk in the store at the same time, going for the carts at the exact same moment.
She takes the one and only cart with bucket seats.
Come on, you know the one. The one with 2 bucket seats and room for another kid to sit in the typical cart kiddo spot. The cart that has room for three small kids to all wear seat belts.
She had two grown kids. i bet you anything she was headed to the tampon isle to get supplies for the month.
I had four small kids, two (if not three) that needed to be strapped down in order to shop appropriately.
She saw me, I saw here, and when our eyes me, she gave me this pity look like “beat ya this time”, as her very old girls sat in the bucket seats.
Are you serious? Is this real life?
I have 4 kids (twice as many as her). Two (or three, depending on the day) of which are babies!
So we did what we had to do, and carried on. We grabbed a “normal” cart, and made it work. Piper and Nola walked, Gage sat in the one seat, and I held Paul while I simultaneously pushing the cart.
As luck would have it, this cart snacher and I checked out at the exact same time. Guess what, her girls were walking on their own. Just like you would expect girls aged 13 and 10 to do. You know, because bucket seats with seat belts are for babies.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand that carts are equal opportunists. Nowhere does it say: “save these carts for moms of many, the more the better. You know, the crazy-looking and tired type.”
Nope, a solo shopping party can use any cart they want, I know.
But honestly. If I saw me, or a woman like me walk into a store, I would give her the big cart. And make my pre-menstrual teens walk off their cramps.
*linking up with just write. Because, OMGEEE I can’t believe I even wrote about this.