Night at the Grocery Store

Yesterday I HAD to go grocery shopping because we were out of everything...one egg left, 1 glass of milk, even the rolls on our toilet paper holders were the last we had. So after work, Matt, the girls, and I ventured to town a 1/2 hour-45 minutes away. Of course we had to hit D&B for horse supplies, then Costco for a cheap dinner and a few more supplies(...toilet paper!). After we closed down both of those stores, we headed to Winco to fill up the shopping cart.

I have to admit I was a slightly annoyed with how slow the shopping progress was going. It was late, we had to work the next day, I just wanted in and out. But my "three" children didn't seem to care. They were bouncing a $1 ball up and down the aisles, yes Matt included, and walking slowly some of the time. It was after 9 and hardly anyone was in there so I guess it was okay--even a little bit relaxing.

We were about done shopping, I just needed Parmesan cheese and we were going to go. Well, right about the processed deli meat Mesa did a 180 on us. She went from giggling and throwing the ball to Matt to THROWING UP! It was that quick, "Mommy, I don't feel good---WHAM!" Well, what do you do? So I caught all I could, Matt caught all he could, and so did Mesa. Needless to say it ended up on the floor---yep...that Costco hot dog that cost a cheap 75 cents. Ironicly we were in the hot dog section! A couple of people slowed down and stared like you do at an accident scene, but no one offered to go get someone with a mop, even after I asked for help. Quick enough though a nice man about our age came up with the paper towels and hand sanitizer from the meat department. What a blessing he was! All he said to me was, "I have kids, too...here." HA. I was shocked that Mesa took it well, didn't cry even though she was embarrassed. We were half way done cleaning up the mess and we noticed Mylie (who had been watching this process in a trance and couldn't look away). Well, SHE STARTED THROWING UP, TOO! She has a weak stomach and couldn't take it. At least she threw up just a little bit. Matt and I just looked at each other and it was one of those pauses I didn't know whether to cry or laugh....we both just busted into laughter. What else could you do? Finally the "maintance fairy" came with her magic mop (we had gotten all of it--it just needed sanitized) and I swept Mesa off to the bathroom. Luckily I had packed their pj's for them to change into on the ride home. What a night!