A vent about my morning - longish

Peppernut · March 2011

Okay. So. I had to do some shopping, we ran out of kitty kibble and the groceries are low. I don't drive. It's a phobic thing, I never learned. The grocery and pet store are about a mile away. It's a nice walk, not strenuous, and I have a couple of stroller hooks to help carry the diaper bag and groceries.

I stopped at the pet store first. I got two heavy bags of cat food. No problem, under the stroller.

I go shopping, and end up with two heavy bags of groceries, in paper bags because I forgot to bring mine. I try to make one lighter, and put it on a hook. The hook breaks immediately. Bleah. I take more out and put it on the other hook, put the diaper bag on my back, and carry the SUPER-heavy double bag myself. I get to the one big intersection with traffic lights, right near the store, and when it's my turn, the second hook breaks while I am in the street. The grocery bag falls, and rips slightly. I get everything back to the sidewalk, take Margaux out of the stroller, put the groceries in the stroller. Margaux is very wiggly, but I manage to get home by taking a less busy, but longer route and putting her down and letting her walk until she gets distracted and needs to be picked up.

I get home, finally, walk in the door, and the handle of the slightly ripped grocery bag breaks and it falls, shattering a jar full of salsa all over the floor... Margaux immediately goes to investigate, naturally. Thank goodness she didn't get any salsa-covered glass on her. I managed to clean it all up, but I could SERIOUSLY use a glass of shiraz right about now. Or whiskey, whisky'd work.

amtaka · March 2011

Beer Drinks

Oh no! What a morning. I hope the day got better after all that. You deserve that shiraz. And the whiskey. Left Hug

stever · March 2011

Boo! I'm so sorry, Amy!

Drinks

fiazo · March 2011

OMG! I am so sorry but I started laughing reading this. It sounded almost comical. By the time you got to the intersection I was in tears from laughter. I'm sorry, not being mean, just picturing this in my mind like as if it's me. It's like just when you think things can't get any worse, they do. You deserve a couple of drinks after that nightmare.

gimmietimmies · March 2011

Drinks I must be channeling you today!! It's like a comedy, I had to giggle a bit (sorry!) picturing it, although it probably wasn't fun or funny at the time. I was pushing a shopping cart from Walmart to my car in the parking lot and managed to lose a bag of potatoes, a pack of Good Nights, a box of Pampers, and 2 -2packs of chickens, which decided to fall face down in the muddy puddles in the parking lot (and rip open)...and somehow carry all this while pushing the cart through the heavily gravelled parking lot. And people watched.

It must be Monday!! Left Hug

debbadebbadoo711 · March 2011

UGGHHH!!!

fauxshelley · March 2011

Do you have a grocery delivery service in your area? Might be worth the extra money. ((HUGS))

fauxshelley · March 2011

Also, if it makes you feel any better, I got puked on last week, sitcom style.

Jack was sick and I ordered chinese food for dinner, knowing I couldn't put him down and cook. When the Chinese food got there, Pumpkin opened the door, and I went to sign the reciept. I'm stood at the door with Jack in my arms, trying to sign the receipt and figure out the tip while leaning up against the wall for a flat surface. He spewed. I mean all over him, all over me, all over the foyer. The chinese lady jumped back and Pumpkin started yelling "Eeeewww! Did he have hotdogs for lunch?" I snapped, "Just take the food to the kitchen!" I was literally frozen while the fountain of vomit flowed all over me. When he finally stopped, I handed the lady her reciept and dripped all the way to the bathroom