I only had the two little girls today at Target while the others were at piano. Angela was beside herself with [insert big huge toddler problem here], and I was so distracted and embarrassed that I wheeled the cart away without even taking my groceries.
Meanwhile the clerk is calling, “Miss! Miss! You forgot your bags!” and all the other people in line are just STARING.
I’m thinking at that point, “Boy. It’s a good thing they don’t know that I’ve got another three kids besides this.”
I’m also thinking that the “Caution: Inept Mother” t-shirt is in the mail.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
*Many thanks to Elena, beautiful daughter of the brilliant Diane, for designing these awesome duds. In my vanity, however, I must allow that those are not my arms in the photograph. (Mine are much hairier.)
Jen says
Can I get one of those T-shirts as well? Target, WalMart, and the grocery store is where I need them most.
Matilda says
At least you took the kids and left the groceries instead of the other way around!
Ouiz says
Oh, bless you… days like that are so hard!
(and I LOVE Matilda’s comment!)
Jill says
I have done that too many times to count. It’s a good thing the clerks remind me. I might not notice until days later. 🙂
Jennie C. says
If it helps any, we often think much worse of ourselves than other people do.
It must have been some meltdown to ruffle you so!
Christine says
I’ve walked out of the store without signing my receipt and leaving something there before. Luckily the cashier followed me out. I didn’t even notice her yelling at me as I walked out.
I think the reason for that toddler episode was that there were bags in the cart with my daughter and she didn’t like it. 🙂
stephanie says
You are too, too funny. I’m going to thinking about hairy arms all day…
Diane says
My kids never act like that. Whenever I take them to the store, they always stand quietly and patiently beside me, smiling politely and saying please and thank you at the appropriate times.
Gosh, I wonder what you’re doing wrong.
🙂
Actually, I shop alone.
Sadly, it’s just part of the package of motherhood, my dear. Those refining, humbling moments are shaving time off purgatory. I hope.
btw, I had no idea Elena had designed that shirt for you. She’s probably already ordered one for me. That girl has way too much time on her hands…I’ll have to give her a few more assignments.