A party Pooper at the grocery store
Or is it a Poopin' Party? Sometimes I like going to the store by myself. Minus 3 children. Or at least without 2. I even find that I get a bit whiney about it. I really just need to go get the grocery shopping done...ALONE! Occassionally I stop and think about it and wonder what the big deal is. Then I'll have a trip like this. A trip that leaves no question as to why I'd rather not spend my afternoon shopping with the kids. At Sam's Club, back of the store when Boy #2 has to go #2. We run for the front of the store, cart careening (quite literally because he's my accident boy- by the time he tells me it's usually too late!), stuff falling out of the cart. Aha! A family restroom! That is the greatest invention. Where else can you find two toilets in one room? I stand in the doorway with my cart because BabyGirl along is in it along with all our groceries and no merchandise is allowed in the bathroom. Boy #1 decides he needs to do #2, too . So there I am, d...