You guys. Sometimes, you learn life lessons the hard way. And when you do, it’s probably best to share those life lessons to others. Sometimes, sharing these life lessons are well received by the recipients and sometimes, they are blown off.
But friends, take heed. Learn from my mistakes today. Do not blow this important lesson off and permit yourself to learn this lesson on your own, probably in a painful or embarrassing way.
You see, the other day, I was doing my grocery shopping. I usually like to meal plan for 2 weeks worth of food and grocery shop all in one day so that it is over and done with. We conserve gas and money because we aren’t making a million trips out for little things. In theory. Unless you forget everything like me and leave a million little things off of your list. So, theoretically, grocery shopping. It happens once every two weeks. I usually go three places; first, Trader Joe’s, because duh, second, our local IGA, and third, Food Lion for all the stuff IGA doesn’t carry, because it’s IGA.
I was at my last stop, coming out of Food Lion, when my son pointed out a car to me. “Mommy, that’s our car!” I looked up and it was, in fact, our car. Same make and model and color and year. I was impressed at his powers of observation and said, “Great job! That is our car!” This was all done in that mom kind of way, where you are sincere in your praise, but not totally 100% available, because you are also doing 15 other things at the same time. So just a quick glace confirmed he was right, I praised him, and continued trying to hold Ella, hold his hand, put our cart away, and take out the few bags, because when you only have a few bags who wants to take your cart all the way cart holder thing. Especially with kids. Do you leave them in the car, do you take them with you, are you being a bad parent, maybe you didn’t park close enough so you just run real fast, etc.
So I got my bags and confirmed I had both children and we made our way to our car, which was in the very first parking spot. Guys, who are those first spots usually reserved for? Handicapped folks. Right. I am not one of those. Nevermind, though, we pressed on. I juggled my bags and my kids and managed to contort my body enough to reach the keys in my pocket that I had forgotten to take out for easy access and I pressed my little button and heard nothing. It wasn’t unlocking. I locked it and it beeped, but it wasn’t unlocking that I could see. Which was sad, because I don’t really like opening doors the old fashioned way. After several attempts at unlocking the door, I walked around to the other side of the car, passing the back window, bedazzled with a red rose sticker. And I don’t even care about red roses.
I was just about to put my key into the lock when I noticed how clean the car was. Just one, nice little coffee cup in the holder. No tissues or toys or receipts. I looked in the back and there were no car seats or books or random socks that my kids take off and throw about the car. No half eaten pretzels or cookies. Just cleanliness.
Guys, this was NOT our car. My 3 year old was wrong.
I. Will never, ever, ever. Trust my 3 year old again. At least, not when we are looking for our car. Leave those kinds of things to the grown ups. K? And have some carrot spice muffins because it is Easter soon and Easter is about carrots and carrots make things healthy, even muffins.