So I put in the ear buds and danced around my favorite grocery store enjoying the solitude (as much solitude as one has in a public place with their baby... but you know what I mean, web friends), pushing around the babe, and really enjoying grocery shopping. As I was approaching checking out I bumped into a fellow football mom, who greeted me with "Hey! Some late night shopping alone, huh?" She understands - she has 4 children. I told her I almost felt like I wanted to lap the store again. It was SO WEIRD and fun. Or maybe not fun, maybe I don't know fun anymore. Either way. It was a lot easier.
I unloaded my full cart onto the belt and the cashier actually made polite chit chat with me. "They talk to customers???" was my thought. She kept glancing at me and finally said "What department do you work in here?" I said "Oh, I don't work here." And she said "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you looked so familiar for some reason. Do you come in frequently?" And I said "Well, I do my regular grocery shopping here.... maybe you've noticed me in here because I come often...with all my kids." And she said "Waaaaaaiiit.... do you have like, a LOT of kids?? That always have a hand on the cart??" I said "Yeah.. that's my system.. you probably hear me say "hands, Hands" throughout our shopping trip.. you know... then I always know where everyone is." She said "YES! That's you. You're that lady with all those kids! Are they really all yours? We're all wondering."
Yes. I'm THAT lady. Oh man. I have even become an object of public speculation. I think that means it's definitely time to move to a new town.
Two things I know for sure. 1) The world is entirely too small. 2) I am officially known as that lady with all those kids.
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