I don't normally leave the grocery store in tears
Since I've started down this path of concern for J and limited diets I've been a little mentally...mmmmm...sensitive we'll say. I can easily go from normal to a fiery rage to a puddle of tears in seconds. And guess which one I turned into after my trip to Whole Foods?
I slept a total of 10 seconds last night so I had a hard time getting motivated today. I decided to just chill at home, all day, in my pajamas. Finally I started feeling like I should attempt to get dressed and maybe even venture out to see some sunlight. I was out of ground turkey, which is a diet staple; I go through a pack a day so all I've eaten today were some hash browns, brown rice and sweet potato "cookies." I needed to get some turkey. Taking J to the grocery store isn't one of my favorite things so I wasn't all gung-ho about doing it in the first place. We get there and I head straight to the turkey as fast as I could just incase someone would get there first and take some of the stock. I look and look and nothing. Not one pack of fucking turkey. Some people may think oh darn I'll get it next week. THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO EAT, I can't wait until next week. I ask the meat guy and he said "Oh it's in the case." By the look I gave him I assumed he figured out I already checked there. He double checks the back and says the truck should have been here but it hadn't come. I walk off mumbling things I shouldn't be saying in front of J.
Next thing on the list, Rice oil. Ok I see olive oil, canola, safflower, pumpkin, avocado, hazelnut, every stinkin' oil you can imagine EXCEPT for rice oil. I ask someone and they think they carry it but realized, "Hmm, I guess we don't." This time I walk off not quite mumbling anymore saying "this store is bullshit!"
I'll go get more sweet potatoes. Well wouldn't you know it was the saddest selection of sweet potatoes ever. I managed to find 3 scraggily looking ones to bring home. Pathetic. Last thing on the list, rice cakes. A very specific kind of rice cake. They actually had some. I swiped the last 4 packs they had. I'm all pissed off my entire trip was a bust but at least I got my rice cakes so I can have my "dessert" tonight.
Then their fire alarm goes off.
I look at the employee standing next to me giving her the dirtiest of looks as if she could magically make the alarm stop and put the possible fire out by sheer will power. No such luck. We are forced to leave our carts and go outside. I had the frigin infant car seat still so I had to drag that piece of lead outside where it was freezing. Neither J nor I were dressed appropriately for the weather since we would not be outside for more than 30 seconds or so I thought. And yesterday I had us bundled up and it was hot in the sun. Today, not so hot. I'm surprised the smoke coming from my head wasn't enough to keep us warm. I'm so upset and worried that J is freezing so I'm practically sitting on top of him in the car seat to keep him warm. This is when the tears kick in. I must have looked like a looney. I would have just abandoned my rice cakes and went home but I parked in the parking garage in the building. Where the fire alarm was going off, where we had to evacuate. Even if I could get to my car, I was NOT leaving until I had my parking ticket validated because hell if I am paying $6.25 to park for that shitty, pointless trip. How many times have you been in the grocery store when a fire alarm went off? I'm gonna guess and say not many. Am I so lucky that it would happen to me on an already crappy day?
We eventually get back inside and some guy strolls all slothily in front of me scratching his head like a gorilla and I snap "Excuse me, does this look light to you?" He moves. I frantically search for my stranded rice cakes and fortunately all 4 packs were still there. I grab them, pay for them, get my parking ticket stamped and get the hell up outta there. And cry all the way home.
The only redeeming quality about the trip today was the cute and friendly cashier. He was probably so nice to me because I looked like I was on the verge of suicide or murder. I know it wasn't because he thought I was cute since I had teary eyes, snot running out of my nose and yesterday's makeup still on, with a baby in tow. Not many men find that attractive.
Can't wait to go back tomorrow to get my turkey.
I slept a total of 10 seconds last night so I had a hard time getting motivated today. I decided to just chill at home, all day, in my pajamas. Finally I started feeling like I should attempt to get dressed and maybe even venture out to see some sunlight. I was out of ground turkey, which is a diet staple; I go through a pack a day so all I've eaten today were some hash browns, brown rice and sweet potato "cookies." I needed to get some turkey. Taking J to the grocery store isn't one of my favorite things so I wasn't all gung-ho about doing it in the first place. We get there and I head straight to the turkey as fast as I could just incase someone would get there first and take some of the stock. I look and look and nothing. Not one pack of fucking turkey. Some people may think oh darn I'll get it next week. THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO EAT, I can't wait until next week. I ask the meat guy and he said "Oh it's in the case." By the look I gave him I assumed he figured out I already checked there. He double checks the back and says the truck should have been here but it hadn't come. I walk off mumbling things I shouldn't be saying in front of J.
Next thing on the list, Rice oil. Ok I see olive oil, canola, safflower, pumpkin, avocado, hazelnut, every stinkin' oil you can imagine EXCEPT for rice oil. I ask someone and they think they carry it but realized, "Hmm, I guess we don't." This time I walk off not quite mumbling anymore saying "this store is bullshit!"
I'll go get more sweet potatoes. Well wouldn't you know it was the saddest selection of sweet potatoes ever. I managed to find 3 scraggily looking ones to bring home. Pathetic. Last thing on the list, rice cakes. A very specific kind of rice cake. They actually had some. I swiped the last 4 packs they had. I'm all pissed off my entire trip was a bust but at least I got my rice cakes so I can have my "dessert" tonight.
Then their fire alarm goes off.
I look at the employee standing next to me giving her the dirtiest of looks as if she could magically make the alarm stop and put the possible fire out by sheer will power. No such luck. We are forced to leave our carts and go outside. I had the frigin infant car seat still so I had to drag that piece of lead outside where it was freezing. Neither J nor I were dressed appropriately for the weather since we would not be outside for more than 30 seconds or so I thought. And yesterday I had us bundled up and it was hot in the sun. Today, not so hot. I'm surprised the smoke coming from my head wasn't enough to keep us warm. I'm so upset and worried that J is freezing so I'm practically sitting on top of him in the car seat to keep him warm. This is when the tears kick in. I must have looked like a looney. I would have just abandoned my rice cakes and went home but I parked in the parking garage in the building. Where the fire alarm was going off, where we had to evacuate. Even if I could get to my car, I was NOT leaving until I had my parking ticket validated because hell if I am paying $6.25 to park for that shitty, pointless trip. How many times have you been in the grocery store when a fire alarm went off? I'm gonna guess and say not many. Am I so lucky that it would happen to me on an already crappy day?
We eventually get back inside and some guy strolls all slothily in front of me scratching his head like a gorilla and I snap "Excuse me, does this look light to you?" He moves. I frantically search for my stranded rice cakes and fortunately all 4 packs were still there. I grab them, pay for them, get my parking ticket stamped and get the hell up outta there. And cry all the way home.
The only redeeming quality about the trip today was the cute and friendly cashier. He was probably so nice to me because I looked like I was on the verge of suicide or murder. I know it wasn't because he thought I was cute since I had teary eyes, snot running out of my nose and yesterday's makeup still on, with a baby in tow. Not many men find that attractive.
Can't wait to go back tomorrow to get my turkey.
posted by Mama C-ta at
1:09 PM
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OMG you have had ONE OF THEM DAYS lol. Not funny. I still have days like that but they are getting farther apart thank god. I hate when I go to the store to get something I really want or need and they don't have it. Not like its cheap to drive there now with gas prices. I have searched other stores in the area and they dont' have what I want. I give up eventually cussing my way out of every store ending with they call this dam place a store. Ugh. lol So I feel for ya.
Ugh. I'm sorry :( I've had days like that too. I think it just comes with the territory of motherhood.
By the way, thanks for your comments on my blog this a.m. *I* was having ONE OF THOSE DAYS myself, lol. Thank you for your support & reassurance :)
GIRL! That's horrible. I am so sorry you had such a bad day!
I'm sorry. That sounds like a Holliworld bad day.
That just SUCKS that on top of your stress, you're having to go absolutely nuts on moderating your diet. Darnit.
Who sends freezing women in pajama pants out in the cold to let steam come off of their head??? WHO does that???
I would hang out in my pajama pants with you - you know I've mentioned that!! And I would NOT eat with you too!!
It's all going to get better. Remember.. BELIEVE.
Hugs.
aw. that sucks. I too have had those days, not a fire alarm going off...but crying all the way home nonetheless.
Just know that every mother has been there at some point, and we all understand how you feel!
Wow, anyone should be given a medal for getting through a day like that. On top of your diet issues, no less. (I can't tell you how awful I feel for you about your diet restrictions!) You have every right to be pissed. It'll be alright though. Just remember that for every bad day, there are many, many more good ones!
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