After a 45 minute trip through the grocery store with all three of my children, I had just about had it! Ella and Britten were crawling all over the cart, running down aisles, and had their hands all over everything. Chloe started getting fussy towards the end and wanted out of her car seat. I intended to bring the baby carrier with me in the store, but decided against it last minute. Why is hindsight always 20/20?
By the time I pushed the cart into the check-out lane, I was a frazzled mess. My hair was all over the place, I hadn't showered in a couple of days and I was wearing my work-out clothes from my earlier run. Did I mention I was a mess?
As I was rounding up the troops and packing my groceries, the gal that checked my groceries said:
"You don't look old enough to be the mother of these children. In fact, you look like you could pass for their age!"
(Hmmmm....4 years old, 2 years old and 5 months old....)
"Really?!" I asked, a little caught off guard. "Wow. I guess it'd be nice to be 4 for a day again!"
Check-out gal: "Okay, maybe not young enough to be 4, but you could certainly pass for their sister!"
That makes a little more sense, but there's still a 24 year age gap between me and Ella! But I'd take the comment for what it was worth and consider it a refreshing compliment!
Thank you, check-out gal, for making my grocery shopping experience a little brighter!