Seriously I have a love hate relationship with Wal-Mart. I love that they have the best grapes of any other grocery store ever...I love that I can buy a pound of frozen shrimp for $5, and I love that I can buy my groceries, my party supplies, a new cord for my camera, cleanser and a rifle all in the store. For me a one stop shop is definitely the ideal.
However, I hate that people feel it is ok to wear their pajamas to Wal-Mart, and I hate that most of the workers are very unfriendly and unhelpful, but most of all I hate whatever it is that is in the oxygen in that store that makes my kids act like animals.
Seriously, it happens every time we walk through the doors. Picture this, I pull in, and of course there are none of the 3 passenger buggies out in the parking lot, so I load Jude and Ezra up in a regular one and head up the hill (because hate reason #4, it is always packed and we had to park a mile away) to the sidewalk, where I begin moving my kids over to the big 'ol buggy, but wait I can't, I first have to find something wipe down the seat where it was out in the rain all day yesterday, ok, good now lets load up, everybody in yay! Oh wait Jude's seat belt is missing a strap (hate reason #5, at least half the buggies belts don't work), ok, so move everyone over to yet another buggy, and obviously have learned my lesson and check the straps first...whew...ok lets get this done.
We are in and for the first 2 aisle's or so, they are doing pretty good, although Ezra has already started asking for all the produce (calling everything APPA) so I know I need to be quick, he's not going to last long...by about aisle 4, Annalee and Jude are getting bored, and start tickling each other...still slightly cute to onlookers, although Annalee's squeals are enough to shatter the light bulbs...by aisle 8, they have moved on to full on wrestling in there seats, with hands in faces, and elbows to stomachs and both of them kicking Ezra in the process, who by the way is now turned as far around in his seat as he can, and is steady trying ad SUCCEEDING at pulling things out of the back, like butter (which he opened) and frozen broccoli (which he chewed on until it was slimy (sorry little young girl who had to touch that at the register) and sour cream and well you get the picture, and every time I have to take something away from him he screams...
By this point the looks we are getting are a little more irritated, (heh, they think they are irritated????????) and I really want to go, but we have to visit that oh so convenient other side of the store for a few items, so I push them down the middle aisle while seriously, Ezra is screaming and Jude has his hand pushing Annalee's face as far to the side as it can go and she's saying "I'm gonna fall out!!! I'm gonna fall out!!" Which of course she's not since I was such the smart and savvy mom and made sure all the seat belts worked! I knew we would need them!
Finally, checking out, Jude is trying to turn the bag turn table while the cashier (once again I am sorry!) is trying to bag our groceries, Annalee is grabbing magazines off the rack (and such suitable reading material at that) and Ezra is crying because he spotted the extra paci's I picked up... Swipe my card, get my receipt, (give it to Ezra, he still think that is a really special piece of paper) and head out....
Back in the parking lot I start in on the kids about how TERRIBLE they were and how they absolutely will not be getting marshmallows after lunch!! That'll teach 'em!
I do't know if I have ever been so happy to get home!
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