Yesterday the children and I went and ran some quick errands before lunch. I had to take a pair of Roy's shoes to get resoled and then go get a price adjustment at Michael's (one of my new favorite stores!) from some stuff I had bought last week. I noticed that some picture frames I needed were on sale, so I decided to browse through the store for a little bit. On the way to the check out counter, Caroline spotted them: the DISNEY PRINCESSES! Does any little girl not like these ladies? She can spot them ANYWHERE. Well, these princesses were on cookies that you can color with edible markers and they were decorated in Christmas gear, so they were on major sale. I bought them out of the kindness of my heart for my princess, since she never gets any prizes. Totally kidding. So she puts them on the counter to purchase and then starts the whining:
**before I begin, let me inform you that I had on no makeup. I'll admit, I'm not the prettiest thing without makeup on. I must have looked pretty tired**
Caroline: Mommy, I hold these? I hold these?
Donna: When we get in the car, you can hold them. And you can make one after lunch.
(enter the crying from RoyBoy in his carseat, which he has now come to the conclusion that he hates).
Customer behind Donna's cart: It's okay. Mommy didn't leave you. She's right behind you.
Donna: (smiling to be courteous while her daughter is still insiting on holding the cookies). Yep, he just likes to be held I guess. (Roy Austin is screaming at this point, and will not relent even when Donna tries to stuff his pacifier in his mouth. Donna swipes her debit card, enters pin and informs Caroline once again that she can hold the box in the car).
Customer (who doesn't look a day past 35): I remember those days. You wish they would go away, but then you would love to have them back. Hang in there. (has a look of pity on her face towards Donna, then bends down at eye level to Caroline). Hey, you help out Mommy, okay?
(Donna takes her bags and thanks the cashier. Roy Austin is still screaming. Donna is laughing to herself because she realizes this is a normal activity in her life)
Customer: (with still a major look of pity towards Donna and a soft, caring voice) Hey, you take care. It WILL get better.
(Donna thanks her and smiles even more to herself because she realizes she must look awful and tired to make this lady think she's about to lose it).
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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FTS!!!! Donna love the role play. I felt like I was back in English with Mrs., shoot, what's her name???? 8th grade English????? Her son was in my class and his name was Brad I think. She had gray hair that is now pure white??
Anyway, she always made us select parts to stories. I HATED IT. Anyway, the lady was just trying to be friendly. Lo siento mi hermana!
I know what it was....she ALSO could see the pain on your face regarding the fur coat. Bless your heart.
Sorry Donna. I remember those days like they were yesterday, with all you girls making me upset when I took you to the store with me. What's that old saying?....what goes around comes around. Don't worry, it WILL get worse!! Sorry to have to break that to you. You'll survive, though, and you'll have some more tidbits to add to your laugh jar.
BTW, Denise, you're getting really good with your spanish. Florida is sinking in!!
Denise, was it Mrs. Sterling?
Donna, when you said goodbye to that lady, you should have said, "bye bye sweetie." That would have taken her off guard.
Si la madra! Todo regresa a mi. El fallo Landis fue en maestro bueno.
No Dolly, not Sterling......ATWELL!
No Dolly, not Sterling......ATWELL!
Donna, I've had ladies give me advice like that in stores, like "use a baby bjourn", etc... esp. when Samuel is crying and I'm frantically trying to put the pacifier in his mouth and still look like I have everything under control when I clearly DON'T. I feel your pain on the car seat!!
LOL, Dolly. That is exactly the way she talked! I'm surprised she didn't call me sweetie.
Denise, I have no clue what you said. Me No Comprehend.
I can totally see your mom reading your post, shaking her head, chuckling to herself saying..."2? Aw shucks...that's nothing... (Sniff)...5!
laughing!
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