Well Crap. Now I Really Am One Of Those Moms.

First, I have just cost our family hundreds of dollars a year. And I couldn't be more satisfied. How? We will never. Ever. Shop in Wal*Mart again. Why? Because each and every gol-damned time we go in I end up with *that* cashier. You know the one; reads the labels of every item in the cart, discusses it with the person buying it, fumbles with the bags, and in general takes a good 10 times longer to do her job then a normally competent person would. Except at Wal*Mart? They are ALL *that* cashier. Do they not NOTICE the line of ten people standing there waiting??!! Today? I stood in line for TWENTY MINUTES. For Sunny Delight. And a rug. A full cart unloaded in front of me, a full cart unloaded behind me. Stuck. The stupid two dollars I saved shopping there is NOT WORTH IT. There are plenty of other super centers to shop at, I will never waste my time or money at that worthless establishment again.

And now the ugly part.

First; We've finished up our usual visit with the half dead ( or all dead) fish and are wandering into the garden department. This is when Raegan spies an extra round little boy, probably 9 or 10 years of age. This is also where Raegan, my darling princess, announces at the top of her lungs "Oh wow!! That boy has a really big tummy!!"
I. Am mortified. And shamed.
That poor child kind of teared up and ran away. I have never felt so low in my life. I instantly jumped on Raegan about how that was mean and how her words had really hurt that boys feelings! And how we just don't say those things about other people! And she, sensitive soul that she is, promptly fell apart, crying and wailing in shame. Ten minutes. That's how long it took me to calm her down. We walked around the store trying to find the little fellow to apologise but never did.

Second; We've been in line for a while, ( please note the twenty minute reference above. For juice. ) and the kids are starting to be somewhat... bored... in the line. Ok they were total terrors. Brat brat brat brat brat. Scream. Yell. Grab and throw things. Raegan snatches and opens all over the place a bag of skittles. Kael.. holds still while I clean them up. This is when I notice the wet. places. everywhere. Kael has decided to occupy his time by spitting. For distance. At other peoples food/other people/his sister/ his mother. He got one warning. "Kael, spitting is bad. We do NOT spit. You spit one more time and I will have to spank you." And I turned with my purse wet-wipe to apologise to everyone around me.
And then he spit. On me.
And I hauled his contrary little arse out of the cart and spanked him. Right there in the checkout line at Wal*Mart. I kind of had to, doing anything else would have excused the spitting which is definately NOT okay. And I actually said, as I plopped his wailing butt back in the cart; "Thanks. You've officially made me into one of those mothers, " which caused the slow as molasses checker to actually chuckle. She chuckled at me. Are. You. Kidding. You blue haired inept biddy. Go back to the greeter door and be of some use to society, because your "Welcome to Wal*Mart" is all you're really qualified to do.

We are all lucky to be alive. The cashier had the "no" button pushed on the automatic "was your cashier friendly" question at the pay pad. Kael, still wailing, got buried under the juice. Raegan got the stink eye when she started reaching for his hair to pull. And I had to be extra extra careful not to kill us all on the drive home, I was so peeved at our experience.

A day in the life. I can NOT wait for bedtime.