So we decided to do what any jilted couple would do, go to Sam's club with them critters... Okay no sane couple would do that but we had put it off long enough! My nanny pointed out we had 20 of Rachel's diapers left, 9 of Callum's, and only a meager 5 of Harm's, so it was either now or we waste money at Walgreens. We promise ourselves we will go once every few wks so the tab doesn't equal a mortgage payment but like a plague we wait till we are out of EVERYTHING.
We start having dinner there but of course Harmon hates the entire menu (his sensory issues) and so we have to make some Mac & Cheese before we leave. Than there is no fresh vegetables so we have to bring some veggies for the babies. So we sit, eat some food, and get to work. The first thing I do is grab a giant bag of Halloween chocolates (the good ones like Reeses PB cups and Snickers Bars). Than I have Chris asking: "can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate?" every stinking 10 seconds. Than Harmon who LOVES both repeating and chocolate starts going: "can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate? can I have a chocolate?" In unison with Dad. He no longer is willing to sit in the cart until I bribe him w/yogurt bites and take the chocolates out of my bag. Afterwards Chris and I are enticed by the crumb we just simply don't need (exmp would be a 9 pack of toothbrushes or a giant box of 5 brownie mixes). Quickly the joy of putting nonsense bulk items into the cart turns into misery once we have to get the essentials such as 4 separate boxes of diapers (each child wears a different size and than Pull Ups for potty training), two boxes of wipes, etc.
A long, long time later the kids are now munching on apple slices and we check out. We are exhausted, they are cranky, and the worse part is that we have to unload it all. At the last minute Chris reminds me "grab the Halloween candy for the Trick or Treaters"... I go and grab a big bucket of Halloween pretzel bags (we only had 3 kids come by last year and I know full well Chris' plot of eating 180 fun size candy bars well before any child knocks on the door). The nightmare is now over, until we get home!