So, as it turns out, you should never go to Walmart during naptime.
Not even if your new, naive, stay at home logic tells you
that it will "wear him out" and he will take a really good nap when he gets home.
Not even if you think chicken nuggets and a fancy Suburban
of shopping carts will win him over.
Don't be fooled by the picture above.
Less than five minutes before that picture was taken, Blake was
literally flopping on the ground behind the cart. I could have buckled him
in but I knew that he would not like that and he when he doesn't like something,
he will let the world know.
So I stopped and regrouped.
Just then, Elmo happened to call on my iphone and
so I let Blake take the call.
I got everything under control but this lady must
have been following behind me for the whole dragging incident
because just as I got him sitting in the seat and happy, she walked by me
and said "Bless Your Heart."
Read that sentence again.
She didn't just think "Bless Your Heart."
or mumble "Bless Your Heart."
She wheeled her cart up next to me.
Stopped.
Looked me in the eyes.
And Said "Bless Your Heart" with a subtle tilt of her head
and knowing nod.
I am sure she was trying to make me feel better. I guess?
But I couldn't help but take it as a big, fat,
"Needs Improvement"
stamp on my goals I posted the other day.
To make matters worse, I ran into an old co-worker while I was there.
I was erroneously assuming that everyone I know works, therefore no one would
recognize me at Walmart. I was wearing black yoga pants, hair in a messy bun,
no make up and looking like the definition of a worn out mom.
Oops.
2 comments:
I guess the trip worked from the looks of the last picture. The "bless your heart" made me laugh because I remember someone telling me you can say anything rude thing you want if you just add "bless your heart". The lady in Walmart must have heard the same thing. I can't believe my little Blake would act up like that.
Love you,
Mimi
What a sweet pic of Blake sleeping. Looks like a little angel to me.
I just got back from the grocery store and saw several women with 3 or more kids under the age of 5. Don't know how y'all do it.
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