Do you ever feel like Superwoman? Ever? For me, it's rare--believe me--but today I kinda did.
I took both girls to the grocery store after Genevieve's morning nap, and I did Major Big Deal Grocery Shopping, not just pick-up-a-few-necessities-like-Diet-Coke-and-the-latest-issue-of-People-magazine shopping. Oh, and it was at the giant bag-your-own-groceries grocery store, not my favorite, but more expensive, little friendly grocery store downtown, where the cashiers talk to my babies and someone bags my stuff for me and asks if I can get out to the car OK with all the food and the girls too. But for some reason I was feeling especially capable--and you just know that feeling that way is often the beginning of a story that you recount later on, ending with some crazy baby-related debacle, right? Like, "...and then I had to drive home with the baby screaming bloody murder and peanut butter in my hair and put both girls straight in the bath while the ice cream melted all over the kitchen floor and the frozen salmon accidentally thawed out in the trunk of the car."
But no! I did $125 worth of grocery shopping, taking over an hour, and the girls sat side by side in the grocery cart with the plastic driving seat affixed to it, like a car, up by the parent side, where they could sit strapped in and pretend to turn the toy steering wheel and look around at everything, and can I just say? Anything cuter in the world? No. No. Absolutely not. Can you imagine little Genevieve strapped in to the kiddie-car grocery cart with her own little steering wheel? Next to her big sister? Bobbling her little head around and turning every now and then to suck on Julia's shoulder? Oh, so cute. Three different shoppers actually stopped me to tell me how adorable my girls were. One nice little grandma teared up and told me how lucky I am. Indeed.
Neither Julia nor Genevieve whined, fussed, cried, or complained, the entire time, not even when it was past Genna's nursing time and she'd been sitting in the cart for an hour. Julia's worst version of a "Can I have it?" conversation went something like this:
Julia: Mama! Chocolate milk!
Julia: I yike chocolate milk!
Me: You've never had chocolate milk.
Julia: Yet's buy some!
Me: Too much sugar. Maybe as a special treat some day, but we don't need that today.
Julia: Mama! Yet's buy some mustard!
So, you know, thank my lucky stars.
At the end, in spite of the self-bagging marathon, we were victorious. And I did it all on decaf!
We even bought all the ingredients for Strawberry Mice. Which we are going to make as a Special Activity later today, after nap, to have with dinner.
Because everyone wants to feel like a Supermom sometimes.