I went to the commissary today with the girls. I had to. I hadn't been since...well, I don't remember when the last time was. For those that don't know, shopping at the commissary saves quite a bit of money, especially if you're stocking up. So I do my here-and-there shopping at the closest grocery store, but when I really want to have stuff at the house, then I go to the commissary. Typically, I like to go every 2 weeks. This trip was way overdue.
This morning, I got my coupons and grocery list and headed out the door.
At least I thought so. Somehow I managed to forget my list and my coupons. But I didn't realize this until I got to the commissary. Did I mention it's over 20 miles away?
That was my first mistake.
Next was that I got in the doors, and realized that I forgot to bring any sort of baby carrier. So instead of going back out to the car (because I thought that would be a hassle), I decided to put both girls in the rocket ship/grocery cart.
In case you're keeping score, that was mistakes 2 and 3. Because I thought they would be okay together, and that's why I took these pictures with my phone. I mean, how cute are they? I knew Cami was a little small (ha!) to put in such a grown up seat, but I tightened the strap and thought it would be fine. Well, Kendall couldn't leave Cami alone. After about 10 minutes of screaming and crying by both girls, I ended up taking Cami out and carrying her the rest of the way.
By the way, she's heavy.
I guess you could say mistake number 4 was getting that stupid rocket ship. It doesn't hold nearly as much as a regular shopping cart does, and so towards the end of my trip, stuff was falling out left and right. I should've taken a picture of how cram-packed it was.
Number 5 was realizing AT THE REGISTER that I had left my military ID in the car.
Number 6 was going to a cashier that didn't speak English, so I ended up explaining my situation many, many times. I decided that I would get everything on the belt, then run out to the car (with both girls in tow), get my ID card, and run back in before she was done ringing me up. Try explaining that to someone who doesn't speak English, while barely holding onto a screaming baby. It's difficult.
So I ran out to the car, dropped off the huge diaper bag, got the baby carrier, got my ID card, ran back in before she was done and showed her my card. So I guess my one non-mistake was picking a cashier that was slow.
That was my morning. How was yours?