I try not to shop with our children.  It just isn’t worth the bleeding. 😉

Last month, there was a Saturday where we spent roughly two hours at Lowes.  We were trying to pick out what we wanted to do for the kitchen.  We weren’t planning on being there that long, but time just slipped away from us.  It was before lunch time, too.  You see the problem now don’t you?

We got one of those cool racecarts for the kids, and well, that kept them occupied for a short period of time.  Once they realized that they couldn’t actually make them go wilst we were standing in one spot pondering color samples or faucets or countertops, it became a bit frustrating for the little roadsters.  Then they would try to get more elbow room in the miniscule cart by, of course elbowing the other child located next to them.

This produced screams, and whines, and other annoyances we tried to tune out, while occassionaly admonishing the little sprites with “Be nice to your brother/sister!”, “Stop it!” and our personal favorite, “If you don’t behave you will lose the computer/cartoons/toys/taggie blankie!!”.

When we were stopped at the countertops talking to the countertop dude, we got the kids out so they could stretch their legs.  They proceeded to hop on the back of the cart.  I caught the front before it toppled over onto them and smiled weakly at the guy as I tried to ignore the children and listen to what he was telling me.  This proved challenging over the increasingly loud din coming from our offspring.  It became louder once Anya bumped her mouth on the cart, and we gave them the, “Well, we told you not to!” speech.  Brian took over as I comforted the wailing child, whose wails turned forced shortly afterwards in that, “I’m not really hurt that bad, but I want you to feel sorry for me so I will continue on with this” cry.

We headed over to look at the tile for a backsplash and attempted to keep one child in the cart and one on the floor.  Separation of the fighters, if you will.  Of course, the one in the cart wasn’t happy about the situation.  We had one child running up and down the corridor, which we happily allowed until other people came down the lane.  I’m all for them getting their little active juice out as long as they don’t run into other people or break things we have to buy later.  Since they weren’t allowed to run anymore, they decided to help us pick out tile and clunked and clanked them together.  Luckily nothing broke, but my patience had a pretty severe crack in it.

Finally we headed over to the moulding, checked the prices and headed out of the store to a restaurant to get that blood sugar level back on an even keel.  I think the kids actually thought we were going to give them sugar.  Bwahahahahhhaaaa!   We try not to torture ourselves unless we have no other alternatives. 😉

Thank goodness for restaurants with coloring crayons!