The five of us walk into Macey's. Well, I should say, I walked. The other four danced, skipped, ran, tripped and whined into Macey's. I was the one holding on to my temper by a thread. It wasn't improved by the fact that all the race car carts were all taken. Or the fact that my six year old was begging to ride in the cart. Despite the fact that she is SIX.
Why is it always in Macey's that I realize just exactly how long summer actually is? I did the math in my head as I wrestled my two boys into the straps of the cart. Three months = 12 weeks. If I go every other week, I have to take my children to the store 6 times. Maybe I can work a trade with someone. I'll take their kids while they go shopping, and then they can take mine.
I glance at my watch as I wrestle the cart through the produce section. 3:20. Right smack in the middle of Sonic happy hour. And a cherry diet coke is sounding oh, so wonderful right about now.
The thread gets thinner and thinner as we go up and down the aisles and I am threating to lock my boys in the car if they don't stop poking each other and yelling. My girls think they are helping by sticking their faces right in front of the boys (right in hitting distance, I must add) and talking in baby voices. All it really does, is snap the thread and force me to the check out.
As we walk out the store, I look at my watch again. 3:45. If I hurry, I can make it in time. And so, load the car. I may be making lots of trips to Sonic this summer.