I’m having one of those days. Nothing seems to be going right. Kaylee woke up with pinkeye. Ethan’s had a cough for weeks and I’m pretty sure he also has a sinus infection. And Sienna, though healthy, is acting like a little imp. I had to run to Walmart to pick up just a few things – new toothbrushes, a prescription, and some things we’d ordered from their website. It should have been fifteen or twenty minutes. (Hey, now, I can hear you all laughing from here – it was a reasonable estimate. Ok, stop that snickering. I often think that this time, I’ll encounter someone who actually knows what they are doing in the pick up location. Sheesh, I’ll stop now, as long as you promise to stop laughing at me.)
Anyhoo, as soon as we got there, I let the kids pick their own toothbrushes and in just a minute or two, they all picked ones that blink and light up. Great. Check one thing off the list. Easy peasy. The pharmacy was a cinch as well. She even gave the kids suckers. So we headed back to the Site to Store pick up area. I pressed the screen that said, “Press here for help.” (See I didn’t need a degree to succeed in life!) And then I waited. The screen said someone was coming to help but, after several minutes, it returned to the original “Press here for help” screen. I pressed it again. That’s when the creepy greeter guy (they aren’t all creepy, just this guy is a little too kid friendly for my taste) showed up and asked if we’d been helped. I said no so he radioed someone. Then he told Kaylee she had such a pretty smile. Eeek! And of course she showed him her new toothbrushes. That’s when Sienna decided she didn’t like hers. And Kaylee agreed that the blinky ones were indeed a terrible choice. For some dumb reason, I agreed to go back to the toothbrush aisle and pick new ones. Perhaps a degree in child psychiatry might come in handy?
Finally, a helpful lady showed up to help us get our items (a tent and a fire pit, if you must know). She really was nice enough, but she wasn’t from that department. (I don’t know if I’ve ever had anyone help me who was from the proper department other than the pharmacy and that’s because they are all locked in there, never to enter the real world again. Or so it must seem, since it takes them an hour to fill a prescription of a bottle of eye drops.) So Joanne, the nice lady, said, “You got an e-mail saying that your order was ready to pick up?” No, I just came back here for my jollies and to see how long it might take to get an actual human being to notice that I was there.
I agreed that, yes, I did have an e-mail and handed it to her. Perhaps English wasn’t her first language because she looked at that paper like it was written in Chinese for about five minutes. She finally went back to the store room and miraculously returned with our tent and fire pit. She couldn’t give them to me yet, she warned – she didn’t know how to ring it up so that I had the receipt when I went out the doors. Apparently people steal tents and fire pits frequently enough that they need that extra layer of security. Of course, I’m not sure WHERE one might steal those items from since they aren’t available IN the store and the back store room is, shall we say, filled with workers who are, um, standing around waiting for their shift to begin?
At any rate, 20 minutes after I first pushed the “Help me!” button, I had my tent and fire pit and was headed back to the front of the store to get Kaylee and Sienna new toothbrushes. I managed to convince them that the two cheapest choices were the best ones and we went to the check out.
Ahhh, the self check out at Walmart. It can be a great thing – faster than a speeding cashier. Or it can be the bane of your existence. I was making my way to the only open self check out aisle when a weaselly little man literally JUMPED in front of me and actually said out loud, “I guess I’m just faster than you. Ha ha.” Ya think? A mom with three kids walking in between her and the cart or in front of the cart or running around the cart – and said cart is overloaded with two large boxes causing the mom not to be able to see in front of her? Yes, little weasel, you were faster. But I could kick your behind any day of the week – just so long as my kids weren’t there to see.
When it was finally my turn, I begged the machine to give me a break; I just wanted to go home – like in Free Willy or E.T. It apparently was not in the mood to humor me because it didn’t register the weight of the first package of toothbrushes in the bagging area and when I put the second ones in, it claimed that I put in double the weight. Then, I scanned a coupon and when it asked me to drop the coupon into that confounded slot, I did and of course it didn’t sense it. Fortunately, weasel man had left his receipt and I stuffed that puppy in there so fast, the machine never knew what hit it. So I had to call for help. The lady touched the screen (that was still saying to insert the coupon) about 25 times. If you think I’m kidding, ask to see the security tape. Then she told me that “sometimes you just need to tap the screen a few times.” By the time we got back into the van, it had been more than an hour since I’d gotten there.
If that weren’t enough, by the time we got home, Kaylee’s pinkeye got worse and when I called the pediatrician to ask if she could call in a prescription for her, I mentioned Ethan’s lingering cough and cold. Of course, they can’t prescribe antibiotics without seeing him. And I understand that – there are people who think their kids need antibiotics the minute they have any kind of symptoms. But I’ve never been one to ask for antibiotics without a good reason. In fact, I just got over a sinus infection after having the same lingering cough and sinus junk that Ethan has – so I’m reasonably certain it’s a sinus infection for him, too. Even the nurse told me that the doctor thinks that is what it is. But rules are rules. I have to bring him in. Problem is, the earliest they could get him in today was at 5:15 – and she mentioned that they’d been double-booking appointments so it would not really be at 5:15. I have to be able leave at 5:30 to get to the Women of Faith Conference in Cleveland tonight (and 5:30 is cutting it a little close). So they said what about tomorrow? Well, gee, golly, they are having the Conference tomorrow as well, and I’m driving because the two friends coming with me don’t have a ride. Which means Tom won’t have the van to take the kids in. So we have to wait until Monday for him to get medicine.
I finally got the kids down for a nap a few minutes ago and then I cut myself a big slice of double chocolate chip zucchini bread and savored the soothing taste. I don’t know what it is about chocolate that makes the day seem a little brighter, but it sure does. In fact, I think I’ll go have some more.