5 HUGS, 3 children, 2 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend)
I was desperate for groceries this afternoon so although I knew it was a recipe for disaster, I brought my kids to the grocery store even though I knew they were exhausted. They fell asleep the instant they were in their car seats. The store is 10 minutes away, so they didn’t even get a long car ride nap. Oh boy. Seriously, what was I thinking? I was thinking that my oldest would stay asleep in the cart (he lays his head on my purse, it’s his thing). Then, I was thinking that maybe my youngest would lay his head on my chest and fall back to sleep while shopping. I was 1 for 2. My youngest just couldn’t get comfortable. He was doing pretty well until I got to the check out. I went through the self check out (always a big mistake) and was helped twice by a sweet young Lowe’s employee and there was a patient man waiting behind me for his turn. Great, 2 potential hugs! Then, the screaming started. My 17 month old can hit notes that I am pretty certain might break glass (yup, like in the movies). I scanned the immediate area for a sympathetic look, I mean, someone around will understand and maybe want to give me a hug, right? Yeah, no. Not one person looked in my direction. Even the patient man behind me became a little less patient and I may be mistaken, but I’m pretty sure he was glaring. Ok, so, guess I won’t be asking for hugs today. It happens, life happens, and let me tell you….lesson learned!
At least I still get the opportunity to witness my favorite weekday hugs. You know, the hugs that a parent gets when they walk in the door from a long day at work? As soon as my hubby walks in the door, the kids run, screaming (the good kind of scream) to greet him at the door. Before he even gets the chance to put his bag down, they jump up into his arms and if he doesn’t pick them up fast enough they stand there jumping up and down impatiently waiting for their turn to show them how much he was missed during the day. I love watching this exchange. I also love that when this exchange is over, it’s my turn. 🙂
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.