Monday mornings are usually slow and easily turn into PJ days during the winter. I don't teach that day so I am not required to venture out of my home, even to check the mail. Today proved why Mondays should be treated as such.
The rain is coming down and since it is so cold it is on the verge of turning into a nasty sleety mess. Krischan is safely at school, after missing the bus, and my grocery list is staring me in the face telling me that if I don't go today, my family will starve by wed evening. So off Jakob, Kadence and I go for a quick jaunt to Kroger. Here is where my life kicks in.
Jakob loves apples. My parents always find little nibbles out of their apples they keep on the kitchen table and I have been known to find that random apple on the floor half eaten. In the produce section with Kadence sitting patiently in the cart (not really) I am standing in front of a beautiful array of them loading a bag up. Over to my right there is a stand that is shorter with red apples stacked up on it, precisely the same height as Jakob. Without taking his hands out of his pockets, he leans over and takes a bite out of one of the apples, then turns and walks away. "mmm...good" is his only reply as he munches. I guess I am buying that apple, which I of course did, but would have loved to have left it there and watched to see what people would've done once they had noticed it there.
As quickly as I got there I am done and have told Kadence to "Sit down!" about 837 times and told Jakob to "Get over here!" another 468. We smoothly go through the line, I pay and start heading out to the car.
Wait...
Where are my keys? Oh, I left them at the register. I go back, no one is at the register anymore and there are no keys. I check the customer service counter, no keys. I check back at the register, on the floor, on the ledge, no keys. How can a simple pair of keys disappear? A manager helps me look through my bags as another manager looks at video tape to see what happened. Here is what happened:
The woman behind me took them and left. Yes, only to me would this happen. When it is lunch time and I have two little kids with me that get cranky really fast. In waiting for this said woman to come back with my keys (the magic of using those shoppers cards) they eat a sucker given to them from one cashier that feels bad for me (great give them sugar on an empty stomach), two packs of fruit snacks that I had just bought and a few Crackers to hopefully counter balance all the sugar they just ate.
An hour after I check out I am with keys in hand, and heading out the door to finally go home. Note to self: Mondays should be left alone.
The rain is coming down and since it is so cold it is on the verge of turning into a nasty sleety mess. Krischan is safely at school, after missing the bus, and my grocery list is staring me in the face telling me that if I don't go today, my family will starve by wed evening. So off Jakob, Kadence and I go for a quick jaunt to Kroger. Here is where my life kicks in.
Jakob loves apples. My parents always find little nibbles out of their apples they keep on the kitchen table and I have been known to find that random apple on the floor half eaten. In the produce section with Kadence sitting patiently in the cart (not really) I am standing in front of a beautiful array of them loading a bag up. Over to my right there is a stand that is shorter with red apples stacked up on it, precisely the same height as Jakob. Without taking his hands out of his pockets, he leans over and takes a bite out of one of the apples, then turns and walks away. "mmm...good" is his only reply as he munches. I guess I am buying that apple, which I of course did, but would have loved to have left it there and watched to see what people would've done once they had noticed it there.
As quickly as I got there I am done and have told Kadence to "Sit down!" about 837 times and told Jakob to "Get over here!" another 468. We smoothly go through the line, I pay and start heading out to the car.
Wait...
Where are my keys? Oh, I left them at the register. I go back, no one is at the register anymore and there are no keys. I check the customer service counter, no keys. I check back at the register, on the floor, on the ledge, no keys. How can a simple pair of keys disappear? A manager helps me look through my bags as another manager looks at video tape to see what happened. Here is what happened:
The woman behind me took them and left. Yes, only to me would this happen. When it is lunch time and I have two little kids with me that get cranky really fast. In waiting for this said woman to come back with my keys (the magic of using those shoppers cards) they eat a sucker given to them from one cashier that feels bad for me (great give them sugar on an empty stomach), two packs of fruit snacks that I had just bought and a few Crackers to hopefully counter balance all the sugar they just ate.
An hour after I check out I am with keys in hand, and heading out the door to finally go home. Note to self: Mondays should be left alone.
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