Shopping with Screamy McScreamerson
Today I went up to Target to meet my Mom and Sister (they both work there) for lunch. I went up there around 12 because my Mom thought she would get lunch around that time. When I got there, she told me it would probably be around 12:30. I walked around and wasted some time and at 12:45 she still wasn’t able to go. It wasn’t until 1:10 that she was able to clock out and meet me at the food court for lunch. We enjoyed some chicken salad with crackers and then my sister showed up around 1:25 to eat a cookie and chat with us before she had to go back. By this time, I had been in the store for a good 1 1/2 hours so Zoey was starting to stir.
I decided to brave it and try to get my grocery shopping done. I made a mad dash to the back of the grocery section and started frantically throwing things in my basket, working my way up to the produce section. Minus all of the violent shopping basket driving, this shopping trip was not unlike one you would have seen on the good ol’ show Supermarket Sweep. You remember that show, right? Hello?
Anyway… I grabbed the avacados, the last thing on my list and Screamy McScreamerson erupted into hysterical cries of hunger. I tried to give her a pacifier to buy me some time and the cries only got louder and more pissed off sounding. I wheeled her over to the Starbucks that is inside the store and took her out of her car seat and fed her a good 1 1/2 oz. Burped her. Rocked her. Put her back into the seat. SCREAMS! LOUD! VIOLENT! SCREAMMINGGG! I picked her back up and carried her to the check out line. She fell asleep instantly in my arms. I PURPOSEFULLY got into the longest line there was (on PURPOSE, might I remind you) so that I could have time to hold her until she got into a good, deep sleep. Once it was my turn to start loading all of my over-priced goodies onto the conveyor belt, I gently placed her into her car seat. Except, it wouldn’t have been very gentle and perfect without me BUMPING HER HEAD ON THE HANDLE. I gasped and kissed her head and to my surprise, she never made a peep. Phew.
She is still sleeping. I kid you not. I’ve been home for almost an hour. Too scared to take her out of her car seat. I actually had time to come home, unload the groceries and am eating some McDonald’s right now. I didn’t mention it but my car said it was 103° outside. And I believe it. I think Zoey enjoyed that warmth. Me? Not so much. I can totally do without the sweating and the Burning Yourself On The Metal Part Of The Seat Belt Buckle.
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