The grocery shop

So, I was out recently and had all the kiddies with me. We were doing a quick grocery shop. In and out. Fast, fast, fast. There was going to be no chances for the kids to whine, cry and yell. I had my route all planned out. Up this aisle, down the next three, around the apples, and to the till!

We walked in to the store and things were great. I grabbed a basket. Now, normally I would have gone for a shopping buggy as I had all 3 kiddies, but again this was going to be a quick grocery shop.

I had the baby in my left arm, basket on my right arm, 4 year old pulling on my back pocket of my jeans, and and 8 year old following behind. We started to make our way to the first aisle where I was to pick up formula for the baby. So far, so good. Everyone was still with me. We hopped over to the next aisle to pick up dish detergent. My oldest had started dragging her feet. We had to hurry up. The kids were going to be losing steam soon. We rounded the corner and then the bomb hit!! The 4 year old bomb that is. She spotted the yogurt. You know the little kids mini yogurts, fun sizes, fun colours. Those ones. Crap!! In planning my route out, I forgot about those damn yogurts. I should have doubled back instead of rounding the corner!
I keep going. I try to ignore the cries that have begun. I walk faster and harder as my daughter is now pulling on the pocket that she was holding. She wants yogurt. I must defuse this bomb now!

"Honey, we have yogurt at home"
"NOOOOOO" she screams at me

She didn't know it, but I had my husband buy some the night before. It was in our fridge, at our house, but she was not believing me one bit. It was too late. I try for approximately 7 seconds to reason with her until I give up. It was now going to be a mad dash to get the remaining items and leave the store ASAP!

We leave the dreaded yogurt section and we continue on with our shopping. I swear that the faint music that normally plays in the store was NOT on and that my 4 year old was EXTRA loud that day, great combo. I walked along with my brood of children and we finished our shopping. I ignored all the stares and bad looks I got from all the other shoppers. Who cares what they think. Well, I care a little. Not in a way that I would have changed the how I handled the tantrum, or not in the way that I would never leave my house with children again. But in the way that I wanted to know their crazy thoughts so I could have a good laugh. I wanted to know exactly what the snooty old lady was thinking as she picked up her eggs and glared at me. I wanted to know exactly what the young teenager was thinking as he walked by with a big bag of chips. I also wanted to know what the pregnant lady thought as she pushed her cart in the opposite direction of us...haha. YOU WAIT PREGO, IT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU!

I pay for my groceries, get the kiddies in the van and off we go. Quiet all the way home. No mention of yogurt again!