Yesterday, I did something brave. I went to the grocery store.
With a full shopping list.
WITH Ally Grace.
Right before naptime.
(You're feeling a little nervous for me, aren't you?)
We were doing alright, actually. I was speeding through the store like I was on that random show where people run around the grocery store, throwing stuff in their cart, trying to finish in the least amount of time. What was that show called?
Also, am I eighty years-old?
After about 20 minutes, I can sense that AG is reaching a certain pre-fussiness stage. You moms know what I'm talking about. I reach into the cart and hand her a random box to play with. To avoid the inevitable meltdown phase.
And guess what? It works!! She's clutching that box in a death grip, like it's her new favorite toy.
I notice a few people looking at us as they pass by. And I'm all, oh AG really does look so cute in her little outfit. They're totally noticing how cute she is. Wait, that lady just gave me a pretty weird look. I mean, I'm not looking great, but at least I'm not in sweatpants. (Yoga pants are clearly different than sweatpants, right?.)
At which point I look down to realize that AG is now chewing on a box of tampons.
At least it wasn't condoms.
8 hours ago