Confession time. I had quite a morning! After my lovely “Be still and know that I am God” scripture … I’ve been anything BUT still. Sigh. I had a rather extensive grocery list to follow for my parents. If you’ve followed my posts at all, you’ve seen me whine about my grocery expeditions — today was no different.
One of the items on my parent’s list was Sheffield’s Cream Sherry. Waaaaaaaaaa. I don’t drink so I never go down the wine aisle. Where in the heck do I find Sherry?!?!? I stood there, lost. Every bottle looked the same to me. Did anyone offer to help me? NO. Seriously, I am in an aisle with a very active 3 1/2 year old — bottles everywhere! Those glass bottles were hanging off of the edges of those shelves just daring my daughter to touch them. After asking her to stand still and stop pushing the cart about 5 times, I finally decided to put her in the buggy! 
That started the water-works and whining. Mommy was just about at the end of her rope. I begged her to just stop talking for a moment so I could concentrate. Was that an impossible request?!?!? YES. This child talks non-stop unless she is glued in front of a cartoon. If anyone watched me, they probably thought I was the meanest Mommy ever. I thought my head was going to spin around on my neck then roll across the floor. I was really trying to hold my tongue because my little one is so precious and innocent. It wasn’t her fault that I WAS TICKED OFF that I couldn’t find a stupid bottle of SHERRY! After what seemed like 10 minutes, I gave up and searched for the Fuzzy Naval Peach coolers I had to purchase too. Sigh. At least my parents don’t make my buy their cigarettes. Gag.
If I had been given this responsibility back in my teen years, I probably could have sniffed the alcohol out — but now — I am clueless!
So I eventually found the coolers and went to check out. My daughter was sad because Mommy wasn’t being nice. Seriously, I could have bitten through the glass bottle of Sherry (if I had found it). lol
The guy at the register found someone to get the Sherry for me — so thankfully I got everything my parent’s wanted on their list. Whew! Once I got out of the grocery store from Hades (ha) I apologized to my baby girl for hurting her feelings. I explained why I didn’t want her pushing the cart into the bottles or touching them. In her sweet voice she said, “That’s ok Mommy. It’s alright.” But then she talked until we got to my parent’s house. LOL! God help me.
Now … the CHEESE (a BIG smile on my face)! When I got home, I found a box from Amazon.com. Woo hoo! I received TWO books and I can hardly wait to dig 
into them. One is “Dancing with Destiny” by Jill Austin (who just went to heaven to be with the Father). The other is “The Atonement Child” by Francine Rivers. These books definitely made me smile.
Isn’t it crazy how stressed we can get over the silliest things? Ok, breathe deep now … in ….. out …. whewwwwwwww. Ok. Now, to find my shoes that my daughter has hidden somewhere in our house.
Can’t wait to hear how those books are… might have to check them out if you like them!
God bless-
Amanda
I have been right there with you in the near meltdown moments with our children and already frustrated at everything but them. Wow! I remember those days…no words of wisdom here…I messed up too many times with my children to offer advice I’m just glad those days are over! LOL!
Have a great evening!
Unfortunaely I’m with Jennifer. I have been at the edge of my roap too many times to count. I’m glad mine is at the stage where I can warn him that I am on the edge. He knows to back off then.
I am glad you had a nice surprise when you got home :o) That’s always fun! I can’t wait to hear about the boots.
I think it is in the air Beth because I have asked Joel several times this week to LEAVE ME ALONE he is always under foot and I love him very much but oh….have I been short this week with all of my kids. At times it just irritates me that I do so much for everyone and they still need more. I think I just found another definition for mom.
I think the need of having to add mom and dad to the plate has overwhelmed me a bit.
We all definitely have those days. As the little ones grow older, we have those days. Even when they are t-e-e-n-s we have those days…MAN, do we have those days!!! lol
At least you kept a good head on your shoulders. ;o)
I hate grocery shopping with the kids, but I also hate using my free days to grocery shop, so I am in a pickle. But it is a chore shopping with the little ones. Our little ones are the same age…so I totally can relate to your grocery store drama.
If there’s anything worse than shopping with kids, it’s shopping in the wine aisle with kids. And sherry is VERY hard to find. I only cook with it, so it’s several years between bottles.
I got a surprise in the mail today too – “The Story.” Can’t wait to dig in! Now snuggle down with a sip of sherry – you deserve it 🙂 (even though a cup of tea would taste much better!)
Let us know how the books are. Hope you had a wind down terrific evening.
Talking about buying wine for your parents made me go back to a time when Beth was 4 years old (she’s 18 today!) I had went shopping with my mom and Beth and my dad wanted Mom to pick up some beer for him. (We don’t drink since meeting Jesus and have drilled the awful things that drinking does to you into our kids)
Beth was riding in Mom’s buggy when she turned to go down the beer aisle. Beth knew this was the bad aisle because she was familiar with the store and I had told her over and over what was down that aisle and why we avoided it. The second my mom headed down that aisle, Beth began screaming at the top of her little four year old lungs, “NO MOMMAW!!! This is the BAD lane!! We can’t buy this stuff!! Jesus will be upset!! NO MOMMAW!!! Put it back! Put it back!!” My poor Mom’s face was SO read as she kept trying to shush Beth and get out of that beer aisle. What did I do??? Smiled as I went about my shopping!! Needless to say, Mom never bought beer while out shopping with us ever again!!
Blessings…
Deb
I just got my copy of “Dancing with Destiny” from Amazon, yesterday, will dip into it later on …. also can’t wait!
Oh btw I think every mother understands your ordeal. Certainly I had plenty of them. When Titus was a three year old, he was one very active bundle that also continuously got into trouble simply because he was so curious about anything and everything …. ooohhh the stories I could tell … LOL