I don't even have a title for this post.

SO, yesterday I was one of those moms, you know the kind with a child in the grocery store that won't stop crying.

 

It's not like I haven't been that mom before but I try really hard not to be, by making sure Michael is well-rested etc. and Michael is usually pretty decent. If anything he's yelling and grabbing things! BUT yesterday was different.

 

Michael was crying/whining and wanted me to half hold him and let his head rest on my chest while pushing the cart. Weird for my almost 21 month old non-cuddly crazy pants.

 

SO, we have a cart full, and I mean FULL of groceries and are headed to get the last thing on our list, formula. And Michael starts saying "Oh, no. PooPoo. PooPoo." in a sad whine and is moving his body around. So I ask him if he pooped, tell him we can change his diaper. (He gets major rashes if he eats anything tomato related so it's not uncommon for him to tell me he needs a change if he's in pain) We're walking to the check out line and he starts to vomit. Sad, slow vomit. So I catch almost all of it and I'm standing there, cupped hands full of vomit and nasty binkie, with my poor toddler, wiping his face. I look around and no one is even witnessing this. I feel helpless. I'm starting to feel the tears well up in my eyes. I can't leave my poor baby, but I cant even comfort him until I get the freakin vomit out of my hands! I turn around looking for someone.anyone. And this woman is just about to go down the aisle next to me, I turn to her and say "Can you help me?" She comes over and says "sure," sees Michael and my vomit full hands, "Oh do you want me to get someone?"

"yes, please"

She does. They bring over a trash can and lots of paper towels. I'm crying now, apologizing to Michael and to the women helping me, while I clean Michael off and wipe the floor. They tell me it's ok and the woman who doesn't work there said her son used to throw up every day until he was 3 so she's been where I am. She was the sweetest. She helped me move my groceries around in the cart so I could find another binkie for Michael and made me feel a little less bad. God Bless her. She saved me.

Michael seemed like a whole new kid after throwing up. We braved the check out line because what was I supposed to do with my. FULL.CART. of groceries?!

 

I push the cart near the end of the lane to pay and Michael says "OOOh, buttons!!"

Yeah, whole new kid. covered in throw up, but happy. I guess that counts for something, more like everything. I felt like the scum of the earth bringing my obviously sick kid to the grocery store but he didn't really seem sick when we left, just a little tired! Anyway, maybe we'll just start ordering all our food online..I don't know if I could do that again!