Last night I had decided that this morning I would get up, shower, get the kids up and ready and get out of the house by 8 am to head down to Indianapolis (2 hours away) to go to the commissary. We hadn’t been there in almost 2 months and NEEDED groceries.
So, by some miracle, a little bit after 8 am this morning we were ready to head out the door. My husband was outside putting the coolers in the van and I was about to put coats on and hit the road.
Then my husband walks in the the door and says “go check the internet, are you sure they are open today?” It’s Tuesday…who isn’t open on Tuesday??
Apparently the commissary in Indianapolis…
I had already told Abby we were going “bye-by-car” and she was standing at the top of the stairs shaking the gate impatiently. She was ready to go. I said, “I’m going somewhere, otherwise she will throw a fit.”
So I decided to forego the commissary this month and hit the Super Wal-Mart. Since it wasn’t too far out of the way (I’ll never fall for that again), Ed asked me to drop his printer off for repair. So I sat in the van waiting for him to bring the printer out, and when he did he said “Nicole was calling, I couldn’t answer it.” So on my way down the street, I called Nicole. She wanted to take Jake with her and her daughter to the Jump Zone place and Jake wanted to go. I had already driven a mile or so but I turned around to take him back to their house (they live across the street from us).
After I dropped Jake back off, I headed out to drop off the printer and do my shopping only to find that one of the main roads I needed to take was closed. I called Ed and he gave me an alternate route that took me what seemed easily like 45 minutes out of the way. If you are familiar with NW Indiana, I went from Lowell to Valparaiso via DeMotte. If you are not familiar with NW Indiana, picture going from Texas to South Dakota via Florida. Same concept – and seemed to take about as long.
When we finally arrived to the place where the printer needed to be dropped off, the map told me to turn on a street that wasn’t there so I had to turn around – twice.
We arrived at Wal-Mart almost 2 1/2 hours after we left our house. We live 20 minutes from Wal-Mart.
Oh, and it didn’t end there. What kind of moron goes shopping for MONTHLY groceries with an 18 month old – alone? My cart was filled beyond capacity and every chance she got, she would take something out and throw it on the floor. If someone got me on camera they will win on America’s Funniest Home Videos. So I’m walking and picking stuff off the floor at the same time trying to get to the checkout and keep my toilet paper from falling off the bottom of the cart onto the floor. Who designs these things anyway? What’s the point of having the rack down there if it is all sloped and won’t hold anything? Meijer has great carts…everyone could learn a thing or two from the Meijer carts. They even have cupholders!
Then there’s the checkout…it was fairly uneventful until almost all the bags were back in the cart. How come all that crap came out of the cart but when it is put into bags it no longer fits? So I had to carry some of the bags. And Abby got her hands on one and started pulling the contents of it out one-by-one and throwing them on the floor. So here’s me trying to push the cart, pickup stuff she dropped and hold 4 bags in my other hand. Not to mention the toilet paper. I ended up having to put it pretty much ON TOP OF her.
I have no idea how I managed to get her jacket on her…
So I am left with this thought…why didn’t I just take the hint to stay home when the FIRST obstacle crossed my path?
The only good news…I found out the commissary was closed today BEFORE I left.
I’m going to bed…