I had to go to the commissary today. I had to. Anyone want to take a guess as to what today is? That’s right, everybody, it’s not just Tax day, it’s payday!
For my non-military readers, payday in the military happens twice a month (unless you elect to get paid only once a month), the 1st and the 15th. One of the first things you learn as a spouse is that unless you absolutely have to, you DO NOT go to the commissary on payday. Long lines, grumpy retirees, aisles so crowded you can barely fit through… I was missing the old system back when dh was first in the Army where they had arrows directing you on the floor of the commissary.
But I had to go today because we have guests coming tomorrow and I even had a good attitude. I got there early, I smiled at people and I was polite. I resisted the temptation to play bumper cars with my cart. The dutchkid wore her big girl panties for the first time out in public and used the potty in the commissary! I managed to get done in under an hour. I gave the dutchkid an apple juice box to keep her happy in the checkout line (I swear, it might as well be a minefield with the candy within reach) and unloaded the cart.
I knew it was too good to be true. I waited there for 20 minutes. The cashier had made some sort of unsolvable error with the customer in front of me. By the time they called the third manager over to help, my good attitude had melted away with all my frozen stuff. The dutchkid was having her own little meltdown. I ended up reloading my cart to get back into line.
We made it home, the end in sight, good attitude returning… right up until the dutchkid wet her pants while I was unloading the car.
You brave soul!!!
Sorry about the melting, on all accounts, but congrats for getting through it!
I’m sorry… I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s almost humorous – like a bad sitcom
Lets hope the Dutchkid catches onto the whole potty training thing quickly!
Heh, my life IS a bad sitcom most days!!!