See? Even Jerry O’Connell can do it. Except my stroller’s a tad bigger:)
Now, I have done this maneuver before in the grocery store, but not in Wal-Mart. That’s a new level of insanity there. I ended up filling the cart. I figure while I was there, I might as well do our grocery shopping for the week as long as the kids were happy. I go pick up the prescription, check out, and I see when I get near the exit that it is indeed pouring rain outside. People are standing in front of the doors, waiting for rides because they don’t want to get wet. Personally, I am not the type to be afraid of getting wet, but of course, I do have the munchkins with me. I decide to wait for a few minutes, but the longer we wait, the more crowded (and smoky) the entrance area is getting, and the kids aren’t happy. We were getting a lot of stares and questions. The fact that we live in a big tourist area means that everyone travels to WalMart with their entire family, so there are about 50-60 people crowded around the entrance to WalMart.
I realized that I actually did have the rain cover for the kids stroller with me. Sadly, I didn’t have the canopy on the stroller that it fits over, so I would have to just drape it over the handle and over their heads. This would work for the 2 in back but Lily, in the front, would end up getting wet. I recalled that last week, when I took her to Disney, she got soaked and had absolutely no problem with it. In fact, I think she liked it.
I wasn’t parked too far.. so I decided to make a run for it. While pushing the triple stroller, pulling a full shopping cart, and wearing flip-flops. The spectators saw me preparing for battle and were all abuzz. Did I mention that I wasn’t 100% sure where I parked, but I just knew the general vicinity? I got the kids all wrapped up in their little bubble and off I went into the downpour.
I built up quite a bit of momentum running with a triple stroller and a full shopping cart, but luckily I managed to locate the vehicle pretty quickly and avoid crashing into it. I pried the keys out of Lily’s hands (where they had been for the entire shopping trip), and began frantically pushing the buttons to automatically slide the side doors open. (Did I mention I drive a supercool Toyota Sienna?) I hear the beeps, but the doors are not opening. I quickly snatch Lily out of the front of the stroller, still hitting the buttons, but the door is still not opening. None of them are…( do you see where this is going?)
Suddenly from behind us I see a blue beach ball rolling by… it looks familiar…. kinda looks like the one we got at a fall festival last year… wait a second, it is our ball! What the?
I stepped back and about 5 spaces down, there is our car, with balls and toys blowing around, because of course the doors are wide open. Someone with a decidedly identical blue Sienna van had parked in the same row, blocking my view of our van. The doors were opening when I hit the buttons, I just happened to be standing at the wrong car.
Of course, now I have Lily in my arms, (still getting poured on), the boys are sitting their in the bubble wondering what the heck is going on, our groceries are getting soaked, and I’ll be darned if I’m going to let our beach ball get away! I run after that, grab it, and realize I have to put Lily in the shopping cart, because she will definitely not want to be put back in the stroller, and I can’t hold, her, push the stroller and pull the cart. I would need at least one more arm for that feat. I thought she would freak out, but no, she thought that was fabulous fun. Which is good, because if there was a screaming child involved in this story, I might have gone over the edge.
I got us to the car, which by now is pretty darn wet, since those doors have been open for a few minutes now- get the kids in their seats, chuck in all the groceries, and away we go.
Picking up a prescription never used to be this complicated, you know?