Case in point: My 3 year old has been sick all week with ear infections. Yesterday, she felt well enough to go to our mothers morning out program. I decided that I would go to the local WalMart and pick up the items my son needed to construct a dna model for his science class. This model is worth 2 test grades, so it needs to be great. He had already decided that he wanted to use styrofoam balls, craft wire, and craft sticks....so, I set out, with my 1 1/2 year old in tow, to purchase the items.
Our family is on a very tight budget right now....we have 3 children and I am a stay-at-home mother....need I say more? I bebopped back to the craft section with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, because I was out of my prison, uh, I mean "house" for a little while. The smile quickly disappeared from my lips when I realized that the styrofoam balls came 6 to pack and were an ungodly amount....I mean, were the things made out of gold, for heaven's sake? He would need waaaaay more than 6, or even 18.
Ok, new plan. I'm a reasonably intelligent person, surely I can come up with something. So, now I set out on a mission to find anything that my teenage son would not deem "lame". As I am perusing the aisles, my precious daughter is beginning to find it difficult to sit still for 5 measly seconds. I try giving her cookies, milk, sunglasses, cellphone....anything to keep her occupied so I can THINK. She promptly throws each to the ground, squealing with a high-pitched voice that could peel paint from the walls.
I take her out of the front of the cart, and place her hiney in the basket. I don't care what that drawing with a circle and line through it says on the seat! They obviously have never had to deal with a tantrum-throwing toddler.
I call my husband on my now busted up cellphone, and tell him that this was not as easy as I thought. He can clearly hear baby girl screaming "phone!", and tells me to "Please, for the love of God, leave Walmart!" He will take the teenager after work and get the supplies he needs.
MY HERO!
7 comments:
thats a good man.
So glad you are back blogging. Thisis such good stuff. I feel your pain. Your husband is a keeper. I also feel your pain over a creating a dna model. I hate school projects, especially those that end up costing an unreasonable amount of money and cause you to drive all over town. Jake wanted to make smoke bombs a few years ago for a science fair project. I was letting him do the project himself but drove him to no less than 6 drug stores looking for the ingredients which he found on the internet. He went in while I waited with the baby in the car. After not finding it I went home and my wonderful and wise husband decided to take over the project. Turns out the product he was looking for is no longer available to general public post 9/11 and definately not to 12 year old boys. Even if they had it they wouldn't have given it to him. We are probably on some sort of government watch list now.
Shopping at Walmart can be bad enough,but with a small child, AUGH!
And I agree...styrafoam balls are pricey. What's with that??
Have a great day.
Sandra
Aw, you have a good man there. :)
Sorry you've had a rough week. Here's hoping the next one will be better!
Stopping by from SITS! Happy Saturday Sharefest!
Happy SITS Saturday Sharefest! I think we've all been there but somehow it's funnier now that my kids are past the tantrum stage and it's all behind me! Love your blog! :-)
Isn't it weird how things you'd never imagine are oddly expensive? I think that's obnoxious as all get out. And plus- shouldn't EVERYTHING be cheap at Wal-Mart?
Filthy punks.
I try to avoid shopping with my 3 and 4 year olds. I know Im just setting my self up for failure when I do!
Post a Comment