I went school shopping with our daughter and three of our grandchildren the other day. It was quite an experience. Every year we buy an outfit, a few supplies and new shoes for each of our grandchildren to help them get ready for a new school season. We usually buy a little something for the young ones too ( wink). This year it was more chaos then fun…if shopping with children in tow is considered fun, giggle.
I had a doctors appointment at 9:50am and our granddaughter had an appointment ( same clinic) at 10:00 we met there. My appointment was quick and then it was their turn. We waited..waited…waited…and waited. Jonah (our youngest grandson age 20 months) began to fuss, so I took both grandsons out to the van where we turned on the a/c and sang songs, laughed, played games and generally entertained ourselves for 45 minutes! Finally our daughter, Tiffany, and granddaughter McKenna ( age 9) arrived, frustrated. But raring to go. A quick turn of the key and ..click.click.click.. dead battery. I pulled my car around and after a lot of fumbling ( no need for more details) and a little help from two sweet young men, we were jump started and on the way to the mall. When we hear” I’m hungry” from our grandson Noah ( age 4) in the backseat. Now some of you are probably wondering why we didn’t just go to lunch and call the shopping off for another day. Others of you already know, we pressed on. With the promise of lunch soon.
We arrive at the mall and everyone is anxious to hit all the back to school sales. The two oldest grandchildren know just what they want. We put Jonah into his stroller and entered the MALL. Immediately after entering the first store Jonah let us know he was not a happy shopper. Actually he let the world know that shopping, in general, for him, was pure torture. That’s right, everyone in the mall, and various shops knew he was not a happy shopper. Amazing how the screams from such a small person can echo so loudly inside a crowded shop, the acoustics in the mall are very good.
This continues until we find the FOOD. Are chicken nuggets considered food? Soon the smiles were back again. Once the bellies were full we assumed the smallest one would sleep. Jonah, no such luck. His continued declaration for his disdain for shopping continued throughout the rest of the shopping trip.
Finally at the last shop, we are in the shoe department, finding just what everyone wants, after nearly an hour of trying, looking, screaming… we checkout. Total rings up and both my daughter and I are gob smacked! “What? These are all buy one get one half off we say” in unison. The young man behind the register shrugs and says “doesn’t apply to any sale items.”
My daughter ( we’ll call her Mount Vesuvius, image via google) proceeds to ERUPT. Now this was in no way directed at the the young man personally. But, more towards the entire shoe department, ( and perhaps the universe). Soon she was off to the customer service desk and I ended up buying only one pair of shoes out of the pile. Side note,we did go to another shoe store and found something for everyone. On the drive home ( 4:30 pm), it had become very quiet. I was in a bit of a shopping coma, and yes, even Jonah had calmed down. The last thing I heard was from Mckenna saying” ummm…Noah’s nose is bleeding………….