Day 2 and we’re back at the grocery store. Don’t ask me why. I was a bit . . . upset that we were back and that it had taken the boys over two hours to get ready. But they were listening and standing next to me as I used self-check-out. (Lord, I hate that bitch, but that’s from months of running it at Home Depot.)
As I helped Tornado E enter the money, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over and saw the same older lady from the day before.
Older lady: Don’t you ever stay home?
Me: (smiling) No. I try not to.
Older lady: (smiling back, patting my arm) God bless you. (Glancing around at the boys, patting Tornado S on the head) So very cute.
She walked away, and I gathered our purchases.
As I walked away I heard her say to someone, “I see her quite often. She’s always here with her three boys. So sweet and well-mannered. So cute. She-”
And then I was out of ear-shot and through the doors into the oppressive humid heat that is August in Tucson.
Me: I’m hungry. Let’s go home for lunch.
Tornado S: I want Goldfish!
Tornado E: I want an Otter Pop!
Me: Not for lunch.
Tornado S: I want an Otter Pop too!
Tornado A: MA!
Me: I was thinking more along the lines of lunch food.
Tornado E: I want a hamburger!
Tornado S: I want McDonald’s!
Tornado A: THIS!
Me: Fireman. Let’s just go home.
The older boys jumped on the cart like firemen holding on to a side of an engine.