I'll just pause a moment to let that sink in.
The time change and stress of moving has us all exhausted. The kids didn't fall asleep until sometime close to midnight last night and Little Guy woke up and actually climbed out of his bed at 3:30 AM. So we're all a little delirious and Little Guy is having some sort of tantrum about every 2.5 seconds.
Under normal circumstances I wouldn't step foot into a public space with two cranky kids, but our cupboard is bare and we need at least the basics to get by. So we're cruising through the grocery store at warp speed, I am just grabbing things randomly off the shelves, Little Guy is flipping out, Girlie is "helping", and some dear woman is trying her best to help me. We get to the check-out with milk, juice, and some PB & J fixings in the cart, plus a few random things that should be good for dinner (except not together) and Little Guy starts grabbing at the bell, tossing stuff out of the cart, and THEN he turns to me and yells at the top of his voice
"Mommy you are stupid."
Yep, I cried.
I'm going to give it a few weeks before I hit that store again. Hopefully no one will remember me.
2 comments:
oh cheri! next time order pizza.
This post had my unchuckle prone husband in full on laughter mode. Not that he was celebrating your pain - he is simply close enough to a time like that and married to a gal like that - he gets it...
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