Shopping Excursion from You Know Where

So, I still don't have all my school supplies purchased. Yesterday after Lee and I took ALL the boys to the eye doctor, we decided to go to Wal-mart. Sure, that sounds like a great idea. Let's take all four kids and go shopping on the weekend. Caleb starts school this week and he doesn't have a backpack or lunch box yet, among other supplies. Everyone said Wal-mart was the place to go for the best prices, so we went there.

We looked all over the store for a backpack and all that was left was Hannah Montana and Hello Kitty. Well, neither of those options is gonna fly with Lub. In his words..."Uh, that's a GGIRRRLLL backpack, uuuhhhggg." Sorry, Caleb.

As we are walking around trying to remember all the junk we need to buy because neither one of us bothered to bring the supply list, we walk past the ladies clothing section. Caleb then points out the bras and YELLS, "That's what Mom needs. A BRA!!! Are we gonna get Mom a bra? Mom needs a bra! Hey, why aren't we getting a bra for Mom?" over and over and over... I could here the snickering from three aisles away.

Then as we decide to walk to the sporting goods area, which is way the heck on the other side of the store, AND you have to pass the toy section, Sam begins his relentless bombardment of requests for toys, magazines, video games, movies, candy, etc. etc. etc. Finally by the 15th request and denial for whatever, you name it, I flip out and lose my patience. NO, STOP ASKING ME FOR STUFF!!!!! Do you think I have an endless money supply to buy all this stuff you keep asking me for? Everything costs money, Sam, and I don't have any!!! No, the answer for the last time....IS NO! Don't ask me again!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Then Joah feels the need to start his attack on Caleb. He guns for him; pushing him, hitting him, touching him, yelling at him, walking TOO close to him. This, of course, drives Caleb nuts. Joah has the devil in his eyes and can't control himself and has to taunt poor Caleb, well, because he is the easiest target, I guess. They start running and shrieking and behaving so poorly, you would think they are never out in public. People start giving me "THE LOOK" that I have seen and know all too well.

By this time, Lee and I are just chucking stuff in the cart in order to get done and get the heck out of the store. Before we accomplish such, Caleb finds a cake and jams his fingers into the lid and smooshes it down into the cake. Joah finds the chips and proceeds to punch all the Ruffles potato chip bags to oblivion. Note to self, buy chips off the top shelf and not at a two year old's height. Then Sam, Caleb and Joah all climb into the toilet paper shelves and play hide and seek until I drag them out by their ears.

We finally get to the van and are totally exhausted from the whole afternoon. I don't think we will be doing that again any time soon. At least Daniel was good. Give him a few months, I am sure he will be trying to catch up with the rest of them.