I have just returned from yet another colorful experience at the grocery store.
Have you ever gone out in public wearing your exercise pants (which you just threw on, not because you were exercising or anything silly like that) and your T-Shirt with the Australian flag on it, thrown your hair in a ponytail, grabbed your eczema fighting baby and ran into the store? Oh, you haven't? Well me, either, until today.
It's been a normal day around our house... taking care of Little Miss, doing some laundry, spray painting tree branches, baking ribbon, you know-- typical everyday things. Oh, so you don't spray paint tree branches and bake ribbon?
This afternoon, just like every other day I started to think about what I was going to take out for dinner. When I decided what I'd make, I realized that we needed some cheese and our milk was old. So I thought we'd just run to town and pick these up. Now, I had way too much to do to change my clothes (my black capri length exercise pants, and my bright red Australian T-Shirt) or to put on makeup or to do anything with my hair for that matter. So I waited on sweet girl to wake up, strapped her in her carseat and headed for the grocery store, HOPING I wouldn't see anyone I knew. Ya'll know the rest of that story-- if you ever go out not wanting to see anyone you know, chances are you'll see EVERYONE and their brother!
So, of course, I did. I saw a couple people I knew and apologized for looking a mess and promised them that I did bathe my baby and take care of her, no matter what her little skin looked like. (This sensitive skin thing is getting to be something!!) Anyway--- I hurry through the store, dodging a couple other people I know and make it safe to the checkout lane. I throw my few items on the belt. The cashier looks at Belle and our conversation went like this:
Her :"awww, she's SOOOOO cute, what's her name?"
Her: "That sounds like an old lady."
Me: (well, thank you ma'am, thats a very nice thing to say.) "Oh."
Her: "Is she named after anyone's grandma?"
Me: "No, my husband just liked the name"
Her: "oh. Well, what's her middle name?"
Me: (Can we please just pay and end this conversation?!?!?) "Well, her middle name is after my grandmother, it's Peg."
Her: (through laughs, I might add) "ohhhhh... well, WHAT's her last name?!?!?"
Me: (I thought for a minute about making up a name. I thought about "Snodgrass" (when my mom was little, her sister used to tell her that she wasn't really their sister, and that her real last name was Snodgrass. So I thought I'd claim those Snodgrass relatives we fictionally have. Thankfully, I didnt, since I was fixing to pull out my credit card and pay and I didn't want any trouble if my last name didn't match the one on the card. That's all I needed! So, I bit the bullet and said, "her last name is Whitehurst".....
Her: "ooooh. Is she sick? Her face is all red."
Me: (Are you KIDDING me? I was just waiting on her to tell me that I looked like I had just fallen out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down!) I say, "no. she's got really sensitive skin and we are fighting eczema.
Her: "well her eyes are all red, too."
Me: (obviously young cashier lady didn't have kids, because if she did, she would recognize those red watery eyes and realize that sweet girl was trying to potty. I wouldn't have embarrassed my little lady and discussed this with cashier lady, so I said, "yeah, I think it's allergies"
Her: "Is that credit or debit?"
(Rejoicing silently in my head...Praise the Lord, this conversation has come to an end!!!!)
WHY do I keep going back for more? I think I should steer clear from the grocery store. Might help my weight loss goal, too. Cause I came home with the stuff to make dessert tonight, too! Oh my!