A Whole lotta Whole Foods

Today I took my class at the gym and I got a little better at krumping. I finished the routine this time, but who knows what it looked like while I was doing it! I keep the mirror behind me. Then, we ran out to Whole Foods since we were half way there. You would think that bribing kids with a treat would have results, but not my kids. I promised them we would eat lunch there if they were really good...you see where this is going? While trying to shop I am simultaneously trying to keep Cat from touching everything and knocking it over, and Sarah from escaping the confines of the cart, read my list and navigate without taking anyone out. It is not as easy as it sounds. We were waiting for our case of cheese to be brought out to us, our cart is full, and Cat decides she needs to go potty. This is not easy! I cannot take the cart into the bathroom and I cannot leave Sarah in the cart to watch it, and the cheese guy is not back yet. I tell Cat to wait, but suddenly with the bathrooms in sight, she develops an over active bladder that needs to empty right then and there! Thankfully, the cheese man appears and I push my cart near the bathroom in the hope that people will leave it alone and I won't have to redo the shopping that already about killed me. Sarah, of course, decides she needs to go potty if Cat is and neither one is to be rushed. Washing our hands is a rule, but I find that in instances like this, I am really close to saying forget it, but my kids? Not so much...They wash and wash and wash and need more soap because they didn't get enough, then the water is too hot...too cold... a little bit...more... okay, right temperature, but not enough water coming out. You get the point. Finally, we can towel off, much to the delight of the lady waiting behind us, she finally gets her turn. She asks me how old they are and when I reply 4 and 2, she says," They act like twins"! Lady, they feel like quadruplets. We get back to our cart and nothing has been touched, whew. Then we are done and pick our lunch. Then the hard part, waiting for said lunch while we check out. It is torture to see the food sitting there waiting while a man from a foreign country slowly rings us up, asking me questions I can't understand anyway! Less talk, more action! Whole Foods people are killing me today. So, I take the kids and the food to the booth across from my line and get them eating. Water and forks are tricky business and inevitably someone spills their water and someone gets stabbed by the other's fork. Luckily for the little foreign cashier man, the bagger speaks English and knows how to ring up a case of cheese and a case of rice milk. Rocket Science! I dropped my weary bones into that booth to eat with my kids and then took on the task of keeping Sarah awake on the drive home. Now, Sarah is asleep and Cat is having rest time, and I am playing catch up. It's true that too much Whole Foods can kill a person!!!