Central Valley Moms


The time I cried in the arms of a Fresh & Easy employee

I seem to talk about these adventurous/stressful trips to the store and such pretty often (or maybe it just seems that way to me because I complain all the time), but seriously, this one tops them all. It was one of those days where you swear there’s a camera crew following you around, ready to jump out from behind a tree and yell, “SMILE! You’re on candid camera!”, then you laugh and breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that everything was going horribly wrong for an actual reason and you’re able to walk away from it… but then that moment never comes so you just settle into the fact that your day is just all around sucky and ridiculous on it’s own and decide to go whine about it on your blog. SO YEAH. That’s what this is.

The morning started out swimmingly (never actually used that word before and not sure I’m a fan, looks weird, moving on though), with two happy kids in the backseat and a latte in mom’s hand. Err, CUP HOLDER. Cops, don’t shoot. Is it just me that feels like I’m breaking the law any time I’m holding something in my hand while driving? Ever since the no texting law… nevermind. Anyway, birds were singing, caffeine was coursing through the veins, I was about to buy myself a new sump’n sump’n at Target. It was a good morning.

“Say, Jack! Why don’t we put you in the big boy seat in the shopping cart today? You’re able to sit on your own about 2% of the time… THIS SOUNDS LIKE A VERY SMART IDEA!” (was not.)

“Here, I’ll help you balance your gigantic 22 pound body with my left hand, hold my steaming hot coffee in my right hand, keep your sister from standing up in the back of the cart with my silent scary mom glare and push the cart with… umm, my hip! This’ll work!” (did not.)

“Okay. There are 3 clearance racks to look through. Shouldn’t take more than 10 minutes. I’ll hold you, but calm down the drama and stop punching me in the neck. And Maddie: silent scary mom glare.”

You get the idea. I spent a total of 20 minutes in Target, but by the time I pushed through the exit doors I was sweating like I just ran 10 miles. I switched Maddie to the front of the cart, held Jack, switched Maddie to the back again, rocked Jack and fed him a bottle in the makeup aisle while picking out a new mascara. At one point, I had both kids in my arms and was pushing the cart, yes, with my hip. That’s almost 60 pounds of kid… suddenly, all that sweating makes perfect sense.

There was one more stop to make before going back home to rock back and forth in the fetal position. I had to go to Fresh & Easy for a few little things and knew it wouldn’t take long or be nearly as rough as Target had been. Sure enough, the little shopping trip went without a hitch. I ate some chips and salsa samples and saved money with my coupon. Smiles all around. Out to the car we go…

Keys. Keyskeyskeys. Not in the pocket. Not in the cart. Not in the purse. Not on the pavement where I dumped entire contents of the purse. Back into the store we go. Long story short, I had every employee in the place combing each aisle for my car keys. One sweet lady helped me retrace my steps while I held back tears. No one ever found the keys.

The same lady helped me back outside to look around my car again. I circled the car, looked underneath, and just out of habit I tried opening the door. IT WAS UNLOCKED. There, in the freaking ignition, were my keys. I just started bawling and the woman hugged me. I felt SO stupid for making all those people stop and help me when the keys were right there the entire time. I apologized and said, “I was so focused on my horrible morning… I can’t believe I did that to everyone.” She just said, “Don’t worry about it, hun. You’re a mama and need to go easy on yourself.”

As she walked back into the store, I wiped the tears from my face and loaded up the kids and groceries. While I agree that I should be more easy on myself, more than anything I need to be working on not feeling so sorry for myself all the time. Stuff goes wrong. Kids go crazy in public. People get annoyed with you. It’s all bound to happen! But at the end of those crazy days, I need to remember that I’m doing all this because I want to. I’m so lucky to be home with my kids, and even if I end up sweaty and crying and snotty in public every single day, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Okay, no snot. Everything else though.

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  1. This exact situation happened to me Saturday, it was like reading my own story! Except instead of keys I drove 30 minutes across town to return something and realized I didn’t have the bag. And why don’t Target carts have cupholders? If you have starbucks and a slushie machine in your store you need a cupholder in the cart! I have a 2.5 yr old and a 5 month old. I also cried all the way home as my daughter gave me various items from the backseat to make me ‘feel better’. In these moments we feel frustrated and overwhelmed so we remind ourselves to be grateful for the healthy children we have, it helps bring us back from crazyland

    • shopdiva
  2. shopdiva, you’re totally right. They can drive us so crazy at times, but they have the amazing ability to snap us out of any mood we’re in with the smallest little gesture. Your daughter seems like a sweetie pie.

    And to your question about the cupholders in the Target carts… AMEN! I have no idea. Also, why did they have to change the shape of the front seat in the carts? My little baby seat protector cover thing doesn’t fit anymore. That was actually part of my story, but I left it out because it just made me mad to replay it all in my head again, lol. Also, I hate the yellow bumps on the ground at the entrance. I spill my coffee every time.

    end rant. :)

  3. awe.. this is a cute story bacause i know every mother goes through this all the time and it brings back memories of how i would sweat too. i am a mother of 3 and my youngest just turned 1. from day one she’s been in the carseat about 4x out of the week and she still till this day throws a fit about it. so i figure forget the cart in the stores. i gotta give to you guys, i’m just not brave enough to take her to the store on my own without a extra helping hands. but all in all yes i wouldnt trade them for the world..

    • my3girls
  4. Don’t give yourself a hard time marvelous Morgan! You are the Mama! (Oh, and get a bunch of spare keys made and hide them. You won’t have to freak out when that happens. And it will happen again!) . It’s saved me a ton of grief!

    • Gail Marshall


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