As a prequel to this story,
I am going to start at Monday morning
on my morning walk
I twisted my ankle.
As in hobbling and swelling
had me driving
to my Mother's quilt guild to teach a class
Well this is the actual story.
(that is Dialysis Driver for those of you that are not regulars here)
I dropped my MIL at the dialysis center,
made a few deliveries
and then hit my favorite thrift shops.
One of them is closing...sad day, but off the subject.
Found a few items for the camper project.
For that see
Now on with the story.
I pick Kendall up at the babysitters.
I used to bring her along on some dialysis days,
but we had a few "bad" incidents
and I quit doing that.
Didn't want to traumatize the poor child!
But, things have been better on these runs lately
and when Shelby asked,
I figured I would try it again.
We pick up my MIL
and she gets in the car
informs me that she would like to go to Shop-n-Save.
Now, I hate to grocery shop.
Really hate it.
JWS does the bulk of the shopping in this house.
So, to add a 77 year old
in a motorized cart
a 3 year old
with her own cart...
let's just say,
I could feel the hives starting already.
I have to pull up to the door of the store,
leave the 77 year old and the 3 year old
in the car.
(Not sure if that right there isn't grounds for CYS to step in)
go and check if there is a motorized cart available.
so I boot the MIL out of the car,
go park the car,
get the three year old
out of the car seat
get her in the store,
try to convince her that she is not going to ride in the 15 foot long cart
with the car on the front of it,
make a compromise
Her own shopping cart.
See that the 77 year old has a lead on us here?
(Remember the prequel of the sore ankle?)
Much of the shopping trip looked like this...
See the blur?
That would be the 3 year old speeding one way
77 year old speeding the other way.
there is not much in the store
that they didn't hit.
the incident that stays with me
there are no pics for.
If you have ever helped someone in one of these carts shop,
you realize that much of the store's products
to the reach of the person on the cart.
as my MIL was sitting at the yogurt display deciding on flavors,
I tried to scoot into the 6 inch space between the cooler
and the cart
to reach the yogurt....
it was at that point
that the aforementioned ankle
once again twisted...
FELL into the yogurt cooler!
On the way down,
I managed to get a pretty bad bruise
on the side of my boob
where it caught the cart
on the way by.
If all this sounds like it should be on videotape,
I managed to get out of the cooler
only to see Kendall
the 3 year old,
a pack of 18 eggs
getting ready to
not so gently drop them into her cart.
I managed to yell/whisper
so as not to startle her into dropping them,
to please carefully put them back on the shelf.
Which she did...thank goodness.
The rest of the trip
included a glow in the dark bracelet,
some cookies that she informed Nana
that she had to "SHARE"
and a lot of other stuff
while she wasn't looking.
Then we unload the groceries out of the cart(s)
load them into another cart,
take them and the three year old to the car,
load them into the car,
rush over and pick up the
77 year old
that is going down fast,
head to our next stop,
the eye doctor.
three year old
77 year old is nodding off,
I unload the groceries,
77 year old.
three year old
back to work with me to finish the work day
what I can salvage of it...
Is it any wonder
Kendall gets to do her favorite thing at my house...
Thrift store find.
And what I am working on.