After weeks of floating the flu bug back and forth amongst the family there hasn’t been much time allotted for grocery shopping. With the few exceptions of running in for Cherry Flavored Pepto-Bismol, 7 up and grilled cheese supplies there hasn’t been any real food purchased in some time. This morning I felt like Old Mother Hubbard as I peered into the empty refrigerator. With not a drop of milk; nor a crumb of bread filling my shelves I gathered up my little boy to “go a shop’n”
Upon our arrival Joshua happily rode along as we made our way up and down the grocery aisles. It didn’t take long before rations began piling up on Joshua’s lap. As we perused and pondered the “reduced for quick sale” meats Joshua looked up at me with “that look”. You know the “Look” I’ve seen way too often in this past month. Before I could react he had thrown up on the entire basket of groceries. Oh, but he wasn’t done either. He continued to puke with a force I had not even seen in our previous escapades. I ripped off my coat and created a makeshift vessel for him to vomit in. While thanking God I had chosen not to wear my leather jacket I held the coat in place and pushed the cart full speed across the store to the restroom. Brushing past the laundry detergent I barely missed a display of Clorox bleach pens. I then over corrected and nearly plowed into the hot deli items. On lookers either fled in horror or stared in disgust.
Upon arriving at the bathroom door I struggled to get the door open and take the huge basket in with me. No dice. I left the contaminated cart by the door and carried Joshua into the lavatory. After dumping the contents of my coat I rinsed it in the sink, I then tried with not much success to clean Joshua’s coat, shirt, socks and shoes with little brown paper towel squares. I had a checker gather some grocery bags (plastic not paper) and I sacked up all the yucky coats. Once Joshua was situated I had to address the groceries outside the door. I took the various provisions into the bathroom one at a time and rinsed them in the small sink. I then used more of the little brown paper towels to dry them off. After the food had been somewhat redeemed I then tackled cart. Joshua quietly watched on as I struggled to clean the mess; “I sure am sorry, Mom” he said.
Once the basket of food was taken care of I parked it and took Joshua outside for a change of clothes. If you think the employees where surprised by our revolting race to the restroom you should have seen the look on their faces when we came back in to resume our shopping. That’s right folks, we went back in and finished our shopping. After all there was NO food in the house and we’re starving here.
The remainder of the trip was pretty much uneventful. Joshua was fine, He kicked back, laid his head on a loaf of bread and zoned out. So now we have a fridge full of food, and after school we’ll be having a snack of squished PB&J’s.
Someday soon, dear readers I promise I’ll write a pure and pretty post with no puke permitted.
With Love,
Jami
Today Mommy and Joshua read the Fuzzy Book. The blanket was yellow. I have a yellow blanket too. The mouse was Owen. Yep, I liked the book. He’s sad with out his blanket. He loves his blanket. The mama cuts the blanket. He has lots of blankets. This is my book. It is a blue book.
