Yesterday I had a babysitter come to the house for the first time since Tristan was born. I was so excited to have some time to myself. I went to lunch at Abuelo's with my friend Karyl. But then I had to go to Wal-Mart. I know that I should not do errands on my "day off" (more like a few hours off...but I am not complaining)... That being said I would have rather had a root canal then go to Wal-Mart with the kids... especially on a Saturday.
The place was packed. I was kind hoping since it was snowy and yucky out that most people would have stayed home... I was WAY wrong.
Like I was saying, the place was packed. Everyone pushing their carts every which way... kids screaming and crying, husbands wandering behind their wives with a "how did I get talked into coming here" look on their face. and EVERYONE is mildly grumpy... no one really wants to be there. and at the same time no one seems to realize OTHER people are there. All the isles are jammed with people staring at peas or cereal with their cart sticking out in the way. No one says excuse me or sorry if you have to get around them.
While other stores are trying to ensure you have a pleasant a shopping experience, Wal-Mart has succeeded in giving you a two for one - simultaneously claustrophobic and isolating all at once.... and nobody is happy....