Wendy and I took a little trip to Sam's Club today, to stock up on exciting items like laundry detergent and Cheerios. While there, I did some people watching, and wanted to share two observations.
1. I had to keep myself from laughing out loud as I saw the contents of a cart in front of mine in the checkout line. An older woman had a cart overloaded with things like Oatmeal Cream Pies, Moon Pies, Snickers, Kit-Kats, popcorn, Doritos, Twizzler, and similar items. In the child seat at the front of her cart she had a jumbo-sized package of HydroxyCut. Best of luck, ma'am, best of luck. (I know the treats are probably for a camp or carnival or some such thing.)
2. As we were leaving the store, I noticed a man coming of out Sam's and getting on his motorcycle. Motorcycle? At Sam's? What are you going to buy at Sam's that you can take home with you on a motorcycle?
And finally, a confession. Please don't call the authorities and have Wendy taken away; I feel terrible about this - but since I have a blog, I have to write about it. Sam's Club is about 40 minutes away from our house. When I was about halfway home, I called James to coordinate lunch times, so we could all have lunch together. I hung up, dropped the cell phone back in my purse, and looked in the Wendy-view mirror to see Wendy leaning forward in her car seat. Like, WAY forward. Like, not-buckled-in forward. I pulled over ASAP and kissed her and apologized, and fastened her harness.
Sigh. As my mind was racing, I realized I plopped her in her seat and then put my purse & receipt in the front seat, as I usually do. I reached over to start the car so the AC could start cooling off the van, and I guess the blast of hot air short-circuited something in my brain, because I then went to the cart & started unloading, never remembering that my child was perched precariously in her car seat.