Does 3 hours in BJ’s with 2 kids lower my parenting standards? You really have to ask?
Maureen Rich Wallace
Posted on September 19, 2012
Some days, you just feel like you live in a warehouse. Or, it turns out, you actually do. We never intended to spend our entire day Sunday at BJ’s. But the guys running the tire operation clearly have no kids and huge commissions on whatever families spend inside BJ’s while they’re held hostage waiting for new tires. A one-hour excursion took almost three, and the cherubs fought it every minute of the first two hours. Then, miraculously, after being whisked around the corner by The Husband, they returned in a deep slumber. No, I didn’t ask questions. Did Moses really inquire about the Red Sea parting? Heck, no. He hauled ass and heavy stone tablets. (Wait, was the parting before or after the whole…
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