Oh dear what can the matter be? Both my kids are stuck in the lavatory!

I love to shop.  I love it.  In particular a day in Leeds with a friend (no kids).  Lunch.. cocktails..I get to do this about twice a year.  But I actually even like a mooch round Sainsbury's, a look at the reasonably priced fashions..kids clothes..homeware..I can be in my local Sainsbury's (other supermarkets are available) for a good hour before I actually get to the food.  I love it.  FBS and TD however.....

The last time I took the kids round a big supermarket TD actually tried to throw herself out of the trolley at the tills.  FBS puts the price of my shopping up by about £40 by wittering for something on every isle..and a drink plus toilet stop is obligatory.  Thankfully we have been blessed with an excellent 'mini' supermarket just a short walk down the road.  Ideal. 

However on a recent trip to this supermarket, by the time we entered both children were in full blown paddy mode, about god knows what.  As we started up the first isle I passed the supermarket manager with both kids going for it.  "Are you ok?"  He asked, I rolled my eyes and confessed that in all the chaos I didn't even have a quid for a trolly.  Wait here he said.  A minute later he reappeared with a junior member of staff and a trolly.  "Here you go, "he said, "She can push the trolley", (with FBS in it), "and you can push the pram".  Yes, I actually got a staff escort round the supermarket!  I was in equal measures embarrassed and grateful.  I nearly cried.  This was indeed either an act of kindness or simply a way to get the god awful kids out of his shop quicksmart!  Thank god for on-line shopping.

In the last year, the only time really I have actually taken the kids to the high street is shoe shopping.  With shoe shopping their is no alternative.  Once FBS behaved so horrendously I ended up dragging him in his socks accross a precint as he refused to put his shoes back on.  I then jolted the pushchair and sent TD flying face first- In the shoe shop hell I had forgotten to strap her back in properly.  Cue me in car park sobbing as I rasp threats at FBS and strap TD in the car with a big egg shapped lump on her head.

Then there was the time en-route to Clarkes (other shoe shops are available) that TD smeared banana all over her jeans.  Not just the shame of grubby socks for me in the shoe shop!  This was the occasion that after shoes had been purchased, I had to make a run for it to the market hall public toilets to change TD's pooy nappy.  Once in the nappy changing area FBS started moaning about needing to go.., "Just a minute love, just a minute.." SLAM!!  FBS had gone into an open cubicle (one you should pay 20p to use) and the door had slammed behind him.  BOLLOCKS!!  I clean TD's backside whilst FBS is shouting to be freed!  Get a clean nappy on her and stand her on the ground.  I go to assess how best to spring FBS from the lav when BANG!  TD has only done the bloody same thing and is locked in the next cubicle.  Seriously you couldn't make it up.  Thankfully moments later FBS manages to free the catch and escape, whilst a bemused lav user gives me 20p to free TD.

We are actually going shoe shopping this week.  New school shoes for FBS.  I will let you know how we go!

Love
Kerry B x