Get to Costco about 1 hour later than I had hoped to and end up during it's busiest hours.
Place my almost 2 year old daughter in the shopping cart and she screams and cries--then faints. (We rarely make a grocery shopping trip where she doesn't faint at least once--doctors are not concerned)
Listen to my kids whine about how starving they are. Get them a frozen yogurt to share, hoping that will help them. They finish off their yogurt in about 5 minutes.
My 2 year old starts screaming and crying. She wants to get out of the cart, but since I know that never goes well I make her sit in the cart. Plus she hates wearing her own shoes and took them off in the van. Her brother, who wanted to sit next to her, tries hugging her and she whacks him. He starts mimicking her crying nearly as loud as she is screaming.
My oldest son is not in the cart but is climbing the concrete forms that are in front of the freezer section. He's pretending he's a ninja. And getting in the way of people trying to get their food. My middle son gets out of the cart so the two boys can now be ninjas together.
"Mom! I think I see a sample! Let's go over there!" It wasn't a sample. I'm singing "The Wheels on the Bus" to my 2 year old, but she is still screaming--extremely loud. My cart is holding approximately 200 lbs. now since we're at Costco, but I get her out anyways and hold her while I pull the cart. The boys take that opportunity to "help" me push the cart. They push so fast that we barely miss running into some people. "Thanks for the help boys. Push slower."
My pulling becomes even more difficult and I look back to see both boys dragging their feet behind them as I pull the cart and they hang on the bars, giggling their little heads off. Awesome. So I tell them to stop and to behave like civilized young boys should.
That really worked because soon they were chasing each other and pushing and hitting. I'm feeling like a super mom.
As we are new to Costco, I'm trying to write down prices to compare with the places I normally shop while holding B, pulling the cart, and trying to settle down my kids. I realize at this point that we just need to go home. I was beat before we even started.
We get to the check-out stand, and the guy smiles and talks to B, to which she starts scowling and flailing her limbs all over the place trying to wiggle out of my arms. He was trying to chat with me and said something about getting paid to make little kids cry.
Get out to the van, get the kids in, but the boys don't buckle and start wrestling over a pair of socks and fighting because one of them is going to throw the socks out the van. I swear they just make things up to fight about sometimes.
I hate shopping in the evening around dinner time. Yes folks, we were THAT family tonight. These are the types of trips that make me swear to never go shopping with my 3 kids again...EVER.
Wanna hear some great advice from a dear friend? She said, "Never decide if you are going to have more kids on your best days or your worst days."
I love my life. And I'm not kidding:). Yesterday was really fabulous and I was filled with love for those kiddos of mine. So I'll take the crazy times any day!
On another note, my middle son D might have to have his tonsils out. Any advice on it? He's 5. I have heard some crappy stories, so I'm a little scared and wondered if you think it's worth it! The poor kid gets strep all the time and has been told he has HUGE tonsils. He's already had his appendix burst and surgery on a broken elbow, both last year within months of each other . Did it help your child stop getting sick so much? Any advice is welcome! Thanks!