Valentine’s Day, the one that shall remain unforgotten. With this being our tenth one to celebrate and enjoy, it came with some pain and anguish.
In my line of work, you work on Valentines. No getting around it. Busy, busy, busy all weekend and it just so happens that Monday was a holiday as well...I'm sure some of you know, you had the liberty of having that four day weekend.
My day started normal with the added of putting out Valentines for my Monkeys and Momma (that I forgot on the washing machine...sorry, babe). Leaving Laura for work with a sore throat that later, after a doctor visit, became Strep...Yikes...
The rest of my day was hectic, to say the least, but I thought it would be a great after getting home to grab Jaxon (Alicyn was at Grandma's in the afternoon to help with Laura's dilemma) and go to the store for much needed items. This would let Momma get at least an hour or two of down time and nap by herself. Boy was I stupid.
Jaxon and I have gone shopping alone, even with Ali, and NEVER have I encountered such a test of Fatherhood.
We enter the store, remember, it's Valentines around 6 or so. Plenty of single people walking about; not so single people running to get those gifts, and plenty of looks from them all that look like, "Agh, a Dad with his son....single? Divorced? Hmmm." Anyway, we're making it thru our list, Jaxon gets antsy a time or two and then boom!! He wants out of the cart in the dairy section. Not out, but wants me to hold him while he pushes the basket. I did it with Ali, why not give him a try too, right? WRONG!!!! As he is still fighting me while pushing the basket (why I don't know, but it's like wrestling an alligator) he decides to let go of the handle bar and BAM!!! Face plant...I think, oh great..go to grab him and hold him with a hug and notice blood on my shoulder. Not just blood, but gushing blood.. now I'm thinking oh CRAP!!!!...I duck in between two crates to minimize the looks and thoughts that I am beating my child.
With no more towels in hand (I used those a few isle earlier and tossed them) I think quick, still wearing my jacket, I try to clean blood off my child’s face with my sleeve to see how bad it really is. He looks like he just got hit by a truck and for now, its stopping. I looks like I just left the scene of a murder, there is that much blood. We collect ourselves for a quick minute and I'm thinking "where's the bathroom"? I curl around my short hiding place and there stands a few older woman staring at me, they saw all this happen and as if I'm beating my child. I simply smile at them (pissed at all that has happened) and say, "What are you looking at?"They turn as if they aren't looking at us.
We bolt to the bathroom, clean up and I try to rationalize with my 18 month old son on what just happened. I ask him if he understands that he NEEDS to sit in the cart and no more stunts, we're almost out there.. Of course he says his normal, "Jyess". Then just for humor I ask him if he wants a spanking, and of course, he says, "Jyess". I roll up my sleeve to hide my blood and it's on to the finish line...
Oh, it's not over...While waiting to check out I notice that Jaxon is missing a shoe. I ask him where it is and of course the game is on :) I go to the bathroom, nope. I trace my steps and return to the scene of the crime, nope. I walk the store up to the point where I LAST put it on him by the cereal aisle, nope. (he only likes to have one shoe on at a time during different parts of the day???). I say enough with this place, I'll buy some more shoes.
I get to the check out area and there is one of those girls that are supposed to help lead you to the next open check stand or the quickest one...(do me a favor, don't listen to these people, they are lost too, and only look like they work there). I tell her (not my whole experience) that I've lost my sons shoe and could she look up front for me. Dumb idea...She in return tells me, "Oh, you can look up front after you check out." I tell her in my normal sarcastic way, "great customer service and thanks for the help", she of course, doesn't get it and says, "your welcome". AAAGGGHHHHH!!!!
Thankfully for me, I did ask up front and some good soul did turn it in. Probably those two old lady's I yelled at:)
Aghhhh, to home at last and all I didn't get was croutons, but I can make those, heee heee...
My first official blog is in the books, my head still hurts....
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