So It's Not Just Me

Well, it's official. The entire family is going crazy.

It appears that Dear Sweet Flynn has decided that each weekend we're at the store, she will throw a temper tantrum.
Which she did tonight.

We called Jeff on our way home from Alex's party. I told him that instead of unloading the kids, only to reload them for our trip to Kmart (to buy Flynn's new carseat), we'd just pull up & he could hop in the car & we'd head on to the store.
I realize this didn't give him a lot of time to "get ready."

SO, I pull up & he runs out looking all frazzled. He had his Mr. Schneider white tee on & said hold on while I put a shirt on.
He returned looking handsome as ever, God love him.

We go on to Kmart. I had Flynn first & he had Gabe, then after she started her shananigans, we traded. He went onto the baby dept to start looking at carseats, while Gabe & I went to the pharmacy to pick up my no-more-little-Gabes-and-Flynns pills. We joined them but as I approached their area I could hear "it". The frazzled sounds of Flynn. Jeff had allowed her to give a little umbrella stroller a test run. Good enough, except she can't very well take it with us. So, when it was time to start heading toward the check out, she didn't exactly agree with our suggestion of keeping it in the rightful department. So she started her, "NO! NO! NO!" And I saw it coming. The Saturday Store Meltdown. So, the screaming gets louder as we insist her leaving behind the stroller. She wants to take it along (with the "doggie" inside it), but TOO DARN bad sister, such is life. And if you get your way now, what will you be like next year?
Long story short, Gabe and I are pushing a loaded down cart with a GYNORMOUS carseat with box atop a wobbly cart sporting the Gabester in his soon-to-be "old" infant seat. Preceding us is the honorable tantrumming Flynn Perry and her gorgeous father, sporting her on his side, much like a lumberjack carrying a stiff tree.

COULD WE ATTRACT MORE ATTENTION??!!

Everyone within earshot is gocking like I'm going through the aisles wearing a thong (ew, I think I just puked a little in my mouth). You would think that NO ONE IN THE STORE has ever raised or lived next to a two year old.

SO, I give Jeff "the nod", meaning, "take Flynn to the car, I'll check out & we'll meet you at the car." (that's a lot of words for the nod...sorta like the translation of a Chinese martial arts movie)

He goes ahead & I stop at the check out. The poor guy scans the stuff & I look down for Jeff's wallet which had previously nestled between the Gabester's chunky thighs.
Not there.

So, I debate crying & laying down in the aisle. But instead, I tell Poor Checker Dude that he'll have to wait while I take the Gabester with me to the car & tell Poor Hubby.
He agrees.

I go to the parking lot & tell Jeff, "Just go pay, my back hurts."

He goes back in to a line of people waiting for us to get our acts straight, pays, gets the loot, & heads back out.

COULD WE BE MORE OF A SPECTACLE??!!??!!

After all that, I didn't feel like cooking, so we go to Arby's.

We finally pull up at 2024 Fairbanks. Flynn's starting Round 2 of her plan to give me more gray. That's when Jeff looks down at his feet.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT I HAVE TWO DIFFERENT SHOES ON? I HAVE A BIRKENSTOCK SANDAL AND AN ADIDAS FLIP FLOP ON?"

Sure enough:



It's official. We've all gone mad.