How NOT to Grocery Shop

As a prequel to this story,

I am going to start at Monday morning

when

on my morning walk

I twisted my ankle.

Bad.

As in hobbling and swelling

and

ice

and

Advil,

bad.

Tuesday,

had me driving

to my Mother's quilt guild to teach a class

on

penny rugs.

Standing.

Wednesday

work,

and

yesterday...

Well this is the actual story.

Yesterday

was my

DD Day.

(that is Dialysis Driver for those of you that are not regulars here)

Still hobbling,

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

here.

http://restoringavintagecamper.blogspot.com/

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

after dialysis

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

and

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

and

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)

and

go and check if there is a motorized cart available.

There is

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

with this.

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

and the

77 year old speeding the other way.

AND

there is not much in the store

that they didn't hit.

BUT,

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

are inaccessible

to the reach of the person on the cart.

So,

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...

and

I

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,

holding

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,

orange pop,

chips,

some cookies that she informed Nana

that she had to "SHARE"

and a lot of other stuff

tossed in

Nana's cart

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

dialysis patient

that is going down fast,

and

head to our next stop,

the eye doctor.

Then home,

the

three year old

is sleeping,

the

77 year old is nodding off,

I unload the groceries,

and the

77 year old.

Take the

three year old

back to work with me to finish the work day

or

what I can salvage of it...

Is it any wonder

that

occasionally

I need

an

adult beverage?

Kendall gets to do her favorite thing at my house...

Paint!

Thrift store find.

And what I am working on.