Supermarket Woes

If you will recall, from one of my very early posts from the beginning of our blogging history, I used to love grocery shopping. It was a place of refuge, a time to not think, an opportunity to escape from the rest of the world for little while and just walk through all the aisles, sing to bad 80's music and . . . shop.

Well, I no longer love it. One of my more loved chores had sunk to the bottom of the list - at least as far as bringing my kid along.

Last week I went out by myself to get a few things for the house. We were pretty well stocked thanks to out of town company so the list was short - thank goodness! I ventured out on my own, child in tow. We did well on the way. Nathan likes the car ride, or more namely the movement. He LOVES to move - therefore we move as much as possible no matter what. But that's another story. So the ride was fine. I wasn't sure how to maneuver the whole car seat/ shopping cart thing, but seeing as the list was short I just put the seat in the big part of the basket facing me and in we went. We got to maybe the beer/ wine aisle before Nathan started to fuss. The beer/ wine aisle is Aisle #2.

You know how you usually avoid getting the cart with the stupid wheel? I think I will seek them out from now on. It's not just movement he likes, I learned in the supermarket, it is bouncing that Nate requires. Those damn stores have the smoothest floors you ever saw! What were they thinking?!

So Nathan wasn't liking the smooth ride despite the bright lights and shapes and sounds. He screamed his head off and turned tomato red. I had to stop halfway through and get him out of his seat. I had to! So I carried him on my shoulder, and navigated the cart with my other hand, trying to go as fast as possible, ignoring the stares. Talk about a different experience from my norm.

We get to the front to checkout and I realize I forgot my store card (for the discounts). No biggie as the people here are super nice and took care of it but around the same time I'm navigating, trying to remember my phone number to look up the card info and making sure Nathan stays quiet for three minutes, I notice one of those unfortunate things that come with nursing. Thankfully, I had a sweater on over my t-shirt and the lovely little wet circle went unseen for the more part. We need not discuss it further. It happened. It sucked. I'm over it. But that day I was not. We got home and I wanted to crawl into bed. I vowed never to go out with just Nathan (at least to the supermarket) again.

A few days post-shopping, I know some days will be tough but I have to get out there and figure it out one of these days. I'm glad this trip was short, close to home and Leo was home to take care of a sad Nathan and Jen.