Costco Vacation
Surprisingly, I left my Costco shopping trip (though, technically, calling it a "vacation" would be a more appropriate description since I’m practically in there long enough to have my newspaper on hold and my mail forwarded… long enough that store employees actually mention it to me. “Wow! You’re still here? You’ve been here for-EVER!”) without a single box of cereal. And it was intentional!
Yet, inevitably, as with every shopping excursion, six purchase events happen.
1- I leave with less of an item than I intended to buy.
Today I left with four gallons of milk, and I wanted six.
2- I leave with more of an item than I intended to buy.
Today I loaded three boxes of peanut butter toasty crackers into the back of the car, and I planned on only buying two boxes.
Count ‘em. Three boxes… That’s 135 packages of toasty crackers. That’s 810 toasty-cracker sandwiches.
3- I leave without any of an item I intended to buy, whether it’s my fault or the store’s.
Today I did not get my A-1. That was my fault. I saw it an aisle over, but by the time I got to that aisle I had forgotten why I was there.
I also did not get my pork roasts. That was the store’s fault. They didn’t have any.
4- I leave with items I did not intend to buy.
Today I left with a box (remember, this is Costco, so I left with a bulk-sized box) of Yogos. I’m not sure when it was put into the cart, but I reckon it was around the time when I was returning boxes of granola bars and fruit snacks to the shelves. Other oh-so-tasty kiddy treats that mysteriously made their way into the basket. At least I now have my Cubbies snacks for Awana ready to go… unless someone gets into them before Wednesday.
5- I leave with an impulse buy… that was of poor judgment.
Today I bought a bag (again, a Costco bag) of chocolate chips. Why do I need four-and-a-half pounds of chocolate chips? I don’t. But having a bag in the freezer is so nice and handy if I want to make chocolate chip cookies. Or if, when no one is looking, I want to grab a handful to eat.
6- I leave without the almost-bought impulse buy… that would also have been of poor judgment, but I’m still dreaming about it.
Today I had the box of triple chocolate chunk brownies mix in the cart and eventually put it back on the shelf. I make yummier brownies than in a mix… but the mix is so quick and easy, and the box had six bags of mix in it. And mmmm…. Chocolate is so yummy. And triple chocolate chunk brownies are yummy. Yummy enough for me to forget they're not made from scratch.
Other things that make for a memorable experience:
I forgot B#5’s milk in the car which wasn’t a concern until lunchtime (which was at the Costco food court since we were there all morning). He had water in a cup with a straw like the big kids. He drank some. And spilled most of it all over his jeans.
At lunch, B#4 fell. Twice. Slid off the slippery seat and slipped right on under the table. Twice. Monkey Moma received many horrified stares from onlookers (understandable if I had pushed her or had laughed afterwards). She cried, not because she was in pain, but because she was embarrassed. The falls hurt her pride a bit, so she covered her eyes with her hair bandana.
B#3 was in charge of getting the leftover half-slice of pizza to the car without dropping it on the floor or in the parking lot. I folded the paper plate in half, so that he’d just have to carry it inside the plate taco. As he fumbled around with plate, the lady at the table next to ours laughed about the likelihood of me making it home with a clean slice of pizza. I told her it was unlikely, but laughed that they would just have to eat it off the ground.
B#3 made it home with the pizza slice safe and sound. Of course, after we got in the house, I carried it in and then let it slide right out of the plate taco. It went *splat* on the carpet. I picked it up, blew it off, and stuck it in the refrigerator. Beloved Husband came in from work early, looked in the fridge, said “Mmm! I haven’t had pizza in SO long!” and ate it.
Yet, inevitably, as with every shopping excursion, six purchase events happen.
Today I left with four gallons of milk, and I wanted six.
Today I loaded three boxes of peanut butter toasty crackers into the back of the car, and I planned on only buying two boxes.
Count ‘em. Three boxes… That’s 135 packages of toasty crackers. That’s 810 toasty-cracker sandwiches.
Today I did not get my A-1. That was my fault. I saw it an aisle over, but by the time I got to that aisle I had forgotten why I was there.
I also did not get my pork roasts. That was the store’s fault. They didn’t have any.
Today I left with a box (remember, this is Costco, so I left with a bulk-sized box) of Yogos. I’m not sure when it was put into the cart, but I reckon it was around the time when I was returning boxes of granola bars and fruit snacks to the shelves. Other oh-so-tasty kiddy treats that mysteriously made their way into the basket. At least I now have my Cubbies snacks for Awana ready to go… unless someone gets into them before Wednesday.
Today I bought a bag (again, a Costco bag) of chocolate chips. Why do I need four-and-a-half pounds of chocolate chips? I don’t. But having a bag in the freezer is so nice and handy if I want to make chocolate chip cookies. Or if, when no one is looking, I want to grab a handful to eat.
Today I had the box of triple chocolate chunk brownies mix in the cart and eventually put it back on the shelf. I make yummier brownies than in a mix… but the mix is so quick and easy, and the box had six bags of mix in it. And mmmm…. Chocolate is so yummy. And triple chocolate chunk brownies are yummy. Yummy enough for me to forget they're not made from scratch.
Other things that make for a memorable experience:
I forgot B#5’s milk in the car which wasn’t a concern until lunchtime (which was at the Costco food court since we were there all morning). He had water in a cup with a straw like the big kids. He drank some. And spilled most of it all over his jeans.
At lunch, B#4 fell. Twice. Slid off the slippery seat and slipped right on under the table. Twice. Monkey Moma received many horrified stares from onlookers (understandable if I had pushed her or had laughed afterwards). She cried, not because she was in pain, but because she was embarrassed. The falls hurt her pride a bit, so she covered her eyes with her hair bandana.
B#3 was in charge of getting the leftover half-slice of pizza to the car without dropping it on the floor or in the parking lot. I folded the paper plate in half, so that he’d just have to carry it inside the plate taco. As he fumbled around with plate, the lady at the table next to ours laughed about the likelihood of me making it home with a clean slice of pizza. I told her it was unlikely, but laughed that they would just have to eat it off the ground.
B#3 made it home with the pizza slice safe and sound. Of course, after we got in the house, I carried it in and then let it slide right out of the plate taco. It went *splat* on the carpet. I picked it up, blew it off, and stuck it in the refrigerator. Beloved Husband came in from work early, looked in the fridge, said “Mmm! I haven’t had pizza in SO long!” and ate it.
B#s3&4 are dressed in soccer uniforms... with mismatched shoes and socks and shinguards. And B#3 says, among many other totally hilarious things, "Okay. I'm Troy Bolton." Yes, even the little ones like HSM. We are patiently waiting for 2 to come out on video so we can watch it.
by LaughterThoughts | 2:35 PM
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2 Comments:
It sounds like you may need a vacation from your vacation! LOL!
And as far as the rude looks in the food court? I discovered a few kids ago that no matter what my kids behave like we get some of those looks out in public. I think some people expect when you have a lot of kids to see the the Von Trapp children (before Maria came) lined up perfectly in a row in their matching outfits responding to their whistle.
Even my two year old likes HSM! It must be magic!
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who has these Costco experiences.
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