Why Grocery shopping with kids is never about food

Shopping with a child (or two or three children) can be so rewarding….until you get to the store, especially a grocery store. Quality time is being spent with your little darling until the items that are appearing in your cart are the decisions of the small fry you have with you.

The grocery carts of the childless are very noticeable as they do not contain Fruit loops, Captain Crunch and Lucky charms (all at once), pop tarts, candy, bubblegum not to mention an assortment of small cars and fruit snacks in weird shapes. Travelling around the various departments can yield many special conversations as you spend your quality time with your offspring trying to educate them about the food chain and fiscal responsibility in only purchasing what fits within your budget. This lasts for all of about three minutes.

Depending on what age you have in tow the challenges vary accordingly. The younger child is busy running down the aisle as you lean closer to the shelf to verify the price and suddenly realize your little darling is now nowhere to be seen! If you are lucky then you can easily locate junior in the next aisle, eyes glazed over and drooling over some toy the thoughtful store merchandiser has seen fit to display at a level lower than your own knees. If you are not so lucky in locating the little thing, after combing the place with your heart in your throat…you find any employee and ask them to look for your missing child. The employee then (hopefully) gets a “code Adam” message blared through the intercom and all sorts of what seemed like other shoppers identify themselves as undercover security agents ( and you thought the store was full of other shoppers). Relieved that so many professionals are looking for your little protégé you feel a little better and keep looking around to see if you cannot locate this kid before the store officials do. Oh, good there is your child, crying and calling for you while being held in the arms of one of the store’s security personnel. You are so relieved, you feel as though you have a new lease on life and want to cut short your shopping trip home to be sure this kid does not pull this again and you can go home with what is left of your sanity.

You slink to the cashier counter with your head down as your fellow shoppers give you the look of “what is wrong with you losing your own child?”-You just want to pay for the groceries and leave. Meanwhile, Junior who is no longer holding your hand has discovered the plethora of chocolate bars purposely merchandised at the checkout counter less than two feet from the floor. You are so thankful the little darling is close by you focus on getting the groceries on the conveyor belt, answering the all too often question “would you like plastic bags with that?” in the affirmative while checking out of the corner of your eye to be sure your kid is still nearby. You render payment and are impatient with the printing of the receipt as you cannot wait to put the little darling in the car with your purchases and get home.


Once you have loaded the groceries and the kid into the car it suddenly strikes you that you did not use the recyclable cloth grocery bags you brought with you for that purpose. Once home you are asked by the other adult you might live with (other parent) why you bought so many chocolate bars, kid’s cereal, bubblegum and forgot to buy the milk and the bread you originally went to the store for. You find yourself telling your significant other…it was not about buying what we needed…it was about quality time spent together.

Memo to myself…have husband mind small fry if I really want to save money  (never mind my sanity) in the grocery store.

The Garden Goat

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8 thoughts on “Why Grocery shopping with kids is never about food

  1. Thanks for joining my FB hop. I’m following you on FNB & “liked” you. I really enjoyed reading this post, my sentiments exactly. I love the goat too, I actually lived on a farm with goats many years ago. Currently my sons rabbit reminds me of a goat, they eat everything too.

    • Thanks for the comment. You are still ahead of me as it is your son’s rabbit who reminds you of the goat. At my place…take your pick…it is the kids..the 14 year old…the two year old (same difference some days)-the kids have any goat beat for stuff they will destroy or ingest and imbibe. I liked your site too.A little frustrated trying to put the html into the wordpress until I read on your site why I could not (thankful for the insight). I am still really new at this (the blog part…not the kid part)-The Garden Goat

  2. It seems it doesn’t matter how many children you “grocery shop” with, it’s always the same mayhem and people’s look are always so piercing!!
    If you look back at it, in many years, sitting in a comfy old chair and sipping your cuppa, while your youngest son or daughter plays with your long gone children’s old toys, you’ll remember that “those were the days”… you wouldn’t trade them for all the gold on earth. Ever.
    Thanks for you tenacity writing in this blog. It is so much fun reading you.

  3. As a mom of four, I have lived through the grocery store experience more times than I care to think about. When they were all under five, my husband was the official grocery man in our house, since I would rather starve than attempt that kind of “quality time” with my little brood. It turns out he is a much better shopper than I am anyway:) Thanks for sharing your experiences!

    • GPS for locating kids within a 500 foot radius…there is a definite market…also we as parents are more stressed if the little folks wander off as we are aware of the dangers that can be lurking-

      😎
      The Garden Goat

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