Wednesday, April 22, 2015

On Becoming a Cliche

That woman you saw hauling around a toddler and a baby at the grocery store this morning while wearing a fleece, dirty jeans, and running shoes? That was me.

That woman using one hand to help the toddler pee in the grocery store bathroom while holding the baby in the other arm? That was me.

That woman picking up blueberries in the produce section because her toddler slam-dunked the package into the cart and the top burst open and sprayed blueberries up to two feet away? That was me.

That woman who realized just as she unloaded all her groceries onto the conveyor that her wallet wasn't in her purse because it was in the diaper bag, which was still in the car? That was me.

That woman racing a full cart* plus baby out to the parking lot with the dubious "help" of the toddler, chattering all the while about "It's a race car! Let's see how fast we can get to the finish line!" to hurry the toddler along? That was me.

Me and dozens of other women all across America, I suspect. It's the Sisterhood of the Stay-At-Home Moms. We may be a cliche, but at least there's strength in numbers, right?

* I just realized this reads as if I loaded everything back in the cart and took it to the car without paying. For clarification: I paid with a check so I wouldn't have to go get my wallet, but then they insisted on seeing my driver's license, which they didn't tell me until after everything was bagged and back in the cart, so then I had to go to the car anyway to get my driver's license. In case you were consumed with curiosity.


Drew @ How To Cook Like Your Grandmother said...

That is SO SEXIST. I'm not a mom, but I've left my wallet all the way at home when going to the grocery store.

Tammy said...

And you know what?
"That woman" is gorgeous!

From another SAHM that's done the same thing (only with one kid, but still the adventures)

Lindsey @ Half Dime Homestead said...

That woman, consumed with guilt as she trundles off the office while her gorgeous 5 year old waves sadly from her bedroom window while her bleary eyed husband tries desperately to locate the coffee filters?
That was me.
We is all fantastic - in fleece or slacks. Wallet or no.
Just the fact that you got the grocery shopping done AT ALL is cause for celebration. I hereby summon the best ale in the land for your hard work!
By the by - next time go in pajama pants and give 'em a real show.