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Costco, Pedicures and Picnics

Let’s see.  I could regale you with tales of my latest shopping venture with two lively children — to Costco, no less.  Or I could wax eloquent about my latest parenting epiphany.  Or I could tempt you with the mojito recipe I’ve been perfecting this week.  Or I could abandon the blog altogether and pick up the house.  I know which my husband would vote for.  Good thing he doesn’t have a vote.  Ha!

So by now I’ve mentioned 2 or 20 times the Picnic With A Purpose for Hebrew National that I’m organizing on Saturday.  Yes, THIS Saturday!  It’s actually almost here.  Have I mentioned that I don’t LIKE organizing events?  It’s not that I mind the work involved.  It’s just that I don’t like the responsibility associated with it.  It’s a lot to keep track of, and keeping track of things is not my strong suit.  You may already be familiar with Exhibit A.

I am so afraid of forgetting something MAJOR.  Like the grills.

*writes “grills” on The List*

Yes, I’ve resorted to a list like a reliable person.  It’s getting P-R-E-T-T-Y freaky around here lately.

And also, no matter how well I plan, I tend to get really stressed out and overwhelmed on the day of the event.  It ain’t pretty.  I know this because last year I got roped into volunteered to host our church picnic.  The morning of the event, I almost self combusted, as my husband can attest.  He got the brunt of it, poor guy.  Honestly, it’s a wonder he sticks around.

But even though the planning is a tad overwhelming, I am thrilled to be a part of it, and I am SO looking forward to this Saturday.  A ton of local bloggers are coming with their families, and I can’t wait to hang out with them.  We have planned fun crafts and games for the kids, we’re having a ton of delicious food (I know this because I did finally make it to Costco today), plus we are supporting a fabulous local organization called Home of the Sparrow that helps homeless women get back on their feet by bringing donations and working on a service project at the event.  AND I get to see Emily of The Motherhood again.  We met when I represented Huggies for The Motherhood in a local campaign last fall, and she is just a doll.  We will be twittering as well as posting live updates, photos, vlogs, etc. to The Motherhood, so you’ll want to tune in, for sure!

So this morning I had two gloriously free hours while all 3 kids were in school, and I had to make an executive decision: pedicure or Costco.  After a quick Twitter poll, I did the responsible thing.  I got a pedicure.  What?  It was TOTALLY the responsible choice.  I can take the kids to Costco.  I can not take the kids to the nail salon.  Nuff said.

After I got my toenails all beautified, I picked up the girls from school and headed to Costco.  First of all, Costco is a half hour away.  That, in and of itself, is a trial for my poor, abused children.  How dare I ask them to sit in the car for an hour with the comfort of air conditioning and my engaging personality?

As it turned out, our shopping expedition went along quite swimmingly until the very end.  I had to re-arrange the cart a few times, and finally I called my husband to see if he could make a Costco stop tomorrow for beverages because there was no WAY they were fitting in my cart, and there was also NO WAY I was dragging two carts and two kids through Costco at lunchtime.

I don’t know about YOUR Costco, but mine is mobbed at lunchtime.  Everyone goes on their lunch break, I’m assuming.  So after I gathered everything my shopping cart could possibly hold, we got in line at the checkout.  I was JUST about to put my first item on the conveyor belt when my 3-year-old conveniently announced her need for the potty facilities.  Although she wasn’t concerned at all with decorum.  It was more like,

“I have to PEE really BAD.  I have to go NOW or I’m going to PEE and POOP in my PANTIES!”

Oh happy day.

I was fortunate enough to locate a bathroom sign at the front of the store, but upon further investigation (with a heavily loaded shopping cart and 2 children straggling behind) I discovered that it was only accessible AFTER you check out.  So I left the cart off to one side (much to my 6-year-old’s concern) and marched them through an empty checkout line and up the steps (YES, up steps) to the bathrooms, which, happily, were remarkably clean albeit inconveniently located, where we took care of business before returning to our cart to stand in yet another lengthy checkout line to purchase food for 70.

And that, my friends, is the sum total of my day’s accomplishments so far.  You’ll have to wait on the parenting epiphany and the mojito recipe.  Careful, lest you topple off the edge of your seat.

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11 Responses

  1. I love Costco and I hate Costco for that VERY REASON. Did you know that Costco is the ONLY place that my kids will try something new to eat. Why is that? They won’t eat sausage anywhere else. They won’t taste bruschetta when I ask them too but a woman in a hair net? Sure thing!

  2. I was at Costco today and I swear my little guy has to visit the restroom every.single.time. And it’s not a quick visit if you get what I mean 😉 I would have gone for the pedi too.

  3. Makes you wish you’d never potty-trained her don’t it? Then she could just do her business *and* you could get your groceries paid for.

    Okay, maybe that’s taking it a bit far. But every time Jayce shouts for the potty at an inopportune time I momentarily curse myself for taking him out of diapers already. Until I remember how much I loathed changing those danged dirty diapers.

  4. Pedi’s are ALWAYS the choice over grocery shopping! I have a love/hate relationship with our version of Costco (Sam’s). We always joke about going to Sam’s for lunch :} Hey, don’t mock me – it’s a free lunch and the kids love it!

  5. LOL I just had to laugh, reminded me of when my oldest, now 21, was little. EVERY time we would step foot into a store she would have to poop! and she was never a fast pooper! LOL

    Hey, I opted for the pedi this week too!

    ~TidyMom

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