Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Super Prepared or Super Crazy?
The other day I went to Target to shop the sales. I saved over $165. I bought for all but 3 nephews. And got a few birthdays covered. I will still need a few Christmas gifts for my kids too. I wrapped all the gifts and put them in the attic. That's not all. I got Violet's Christmas dress for next year half price. I wrote all of my Christmas cards. I plan on addressing them when David brings the computer home (it's at the LAN party). Right now I'm making next years ornaments for my friend Lisa's ornament exchange. So why the head start? I want to save money. I want less stress next year. I'm hoping I either have a new baby or am pregnant so I'll need all the help I can get. And next year I can do it again, shop the after Christmas sales etc. It's fun.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Adventures at the Grocery Store
Ugh I feel physically and mentally exhausted from dealing with the worst tantrum Violet has thrown yet. She is now kicking the wall in her room but at least she is not screaming or scratching and hitting my face. All over some stupid freakin' stickers.
My mood all began in the check-out line. Not bad considering I got that far and all was well. I had picked up a boneless spiral cut ham in the MEAT department and when the cashier tried to ring it up it had no price on it...and bar code did nothing. Okay. The cashier says "You must have picked this up in the Deli department" I say "No no I got it in a large bin along the meat department". She has the sacker go check the price. The lady moved like a snail. I don't really care that she was slow (even though when I was a checker I would RUN to find price checks...but if it's a department item you can call the department it came from...whatever) but like I was saying, it's not that I mind she went slowly to check... I don't like that the lady in the smart cart next in line is giving me the stink eye while I hold up the line (I may be exaggerating a bit here).
She FINALLY returns but she is coming from the deli department. The cashier says "It must have been from the deli department". THIS ANNOYS ME. I don't like the insinuation that either I'm lying or I'm forgetful. So I say "NO, I'm not crazy, first of all I didn't even go over to the deli department AND there is a whole bin of boneless hams next to the bone-in hams in the MEAT DEPARTMENT". She says "Oh someone must have set it there"... UGHHHHH! "NO, there are a lot of them". The sacker comes back with a random deli meat sticker with the price of $30.56. This sounds correct for a ham but I am already annoyed at these stupid insinuations... I mean why is the stupid checker insisting that someone other than the STORE did something wrong??? Why is she saying anything about it at all? So when the checker says "It's $30, do you still want it?" I suddenly DON'T want to buy a $30 ham from these people. SO I say "NO I DON'T" I pay for my other groceries and start to leave. A manager or someone comes by and the stupid checker says "I think these hams are in the wrong place" and the 'manager' says "no Deli has some hams in the meat department next to the bone-in hams" so the checker says "well they must be priced wrong", did I complain about the price??? NOPE. I didn't. And the manager says in this smug voice "well ham is expensive". OOOHH my gosh. NO kidding ham is expensive! AND she says "It must have a been a boars head". I should have said "it's not the price it's the way ya'll are dealing with it". BUT no I say "NO it's not a boars head". So the checker tells her what brand it is. I say "I don't care, I don't care, I don't want it". Whatever. I might call and complain to someone who doesn't care but has to listen.
THEN Violet starts flipping out because they put the groceries in a different cart and not the car cart we were using. She wasn't even sitting in it anymore. I didn't warn her this was happening so she starts crying that we need the other cart. So, still annoyed about the ham and not wanting to deal with the impending tantrum... I pick Violet up and push the cart out. She flips out. And somewhere along the way she drops the stickers the checker gave to her. I hate these stickers. Some cashier gave them to her a few times and now she expects them every time we go to the store. She does ask nicely for them though. Well she drops them. And I don't realize it until it's too late we are at the car. Now Violet is screaming "MY STICKERS I NEED MY STICKERS" while hitting and scratching at my face. She REFUSES to get in her seat. She needs her stickers. But I am not about to give in to her because of her behavior. That's when you especially can't give in. Got to send out the Tantrums don't let you have your way message. But Oh my. My stomach hurts now from all the kicking and hitting. I even started to cry on the way home.
I don't think I'm going back to that particular store ever again. Good thing it's not a regular one I use.
My mood all began in the check-out line. Not bad considering I got that far and all was well. I had picked up a boneless spiral cut ham in the MEAT department and when the cashier tried to ring it up it had no price on it...and bar code did nothing. Okay. The cashier says "You must have picked this up in the Deli department" I say "No no I got it in a large bin along the meat department". She has the sacker go check the price. The lady moved like a snail. I don't really care that she was slow (even though when I was a checker I would RUN to find price checks...but if it's a department item you can call the department it came from...whatever) but like I was saying, it's not that I mind she went slowly to check... I don't like that the lady in the smart cart next in line is giving me the stink eye while I hold up the line (I may be exaggerating a bit here).
She FINALLY returns but she is coming from the deli department. The cashier says "It must have been from the deli department". THIS ANNOYS ME. I don't like the insinuation that either I'm lying or I'm forgetful. So I say "NO, I'm not crazy, first of all I didn't even go over to the deli department AND there is a whole bin of boneless hams next to the bone-in hams in the MEAT DEPARTMENT". She says "Oh someone must have set it there"... UGHHHHH! "NO, there are a lot of them". The sacker comes back with a random deli meat sticker with the price of $30.56. This sounds correct for a ham but I am already annoyed at these stupid insinuations... I mean why is the stupid checker insisting that someone other than the STORE did something wrong??? Why is she saying anything about it at all? So when the checker says "It's $30, do you still want it?" I suddenly DON'T want to buy a $30 ham from these people. SO I say "NO I DON'T" I pay for my other groceries and start to leave. A manager or someone comes by and the stupid checker says "I think these hams are in the wrong place" and the 'manager' says "no Deli has some hams in the meat department next to the bone-in hams" so the checker says "well they must be priced wrong", did I complain about the price??? NOPE. I didn't. And the manager says in this smug voice "well ham is expensive". OOOHH my gosh. NO kidding ham is expensive! AND she says "It must have a been a boars head". I should have said "it's not the price it's the way ya'll are dealing with it". BUT no I say "NO it's not a boars head". So the checker tells her what brand it is. I say "I don't care, I don't care, I don't want it". Whatever. I might call and complain to someone who doesn't care but has to listen.
THEN Violet starts flipping out because they put the groceries in a different cart and not the car cart we were using. She wasn't even sitting in it anymore. I didn't warn her this was happening so she starts crying that we need the other cart. So, still annoyed about the ham and not wanting to deal with the impending tantrum... I pick Violet up and push the cart out. She flips out. And somewhere along the way she drops the stickers the checker gave to her. I hate these stickers. Some cashier gave them to her a few times and now she expects them every time we go to the store. She does ask nicely for them though. Well she drops them. And I don't realize it until it's too late we are at the car. Now Violet is screaming "MY STICKERS I NEED MY STICKERS" while hitting and scratching at my face. She REFUSES to get in her seat. She needs her stickers. But I am not about to give in to her because of her behavior. That's when you especially can't give in. Got to send out the Tantrums don't let you have your way message. But Oh my. My stomach hurts now from all the kicking and hitting. I even started to cry on the way home.
I don't think I'm going back to that particular store ever again. Good thing it's not a regular one I use.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Answered :)
I could write pages and pages about how God answers prayers. But I'll just stick with a simple story that happened yesterday and today. Yesterday I was getting the kids in the car to take Liam to school. The car was in the garage. The garage door would not open. It would start to lift up then stop and go back down. I didn't know what to do. I remember my brother mentioned last year that the cold air causes the automatic garage door opener to fail. I tried lifting the door open manually but it just wouldn't budge.
I found this a good opportunity to show the kids with prayer and faith God will answer our prayers. So I had Liam and Violet fold their arms and bow their heads while I prayed for a way to get the garage door open so Liam could get to school.
After I prayed I felt inspired to pull this rope thingy hanging from the automatic door opener chain that pulls the garage open. I've never taken notice of this rope, I know I wouldn't have thought to pull it on my own. When I pulled it, the rope detached the garage door from the automatic chain thing and I could then lift the door open manually. After we solved the problem we prayed again giving Heavenly Father our thanks for answering our prayer.
I wasn't sure the kids would fully remember...and Violet might not... and Liam might not in the years to come. But I do hope that they learn that God answers prayers.
Today we put together a large 500 piece puzzle (okay I did most of the work) when I finished I couldn't find one piece. Liam chimes in "I know mom, let's pray to Heavenly Father that Jesus finds the piece for us". He immediately bowed his head and said a prayer to find the missing piece. I thought it was cute. I wasn't sure the piece would be found. I didn't let myself have faith... I don't know why... but Liam sure did. About 15 minutes later I walk by the puzzle and I see that it is whole. I exclaimed "LIAM! Who found the missing piece???" he said "I did" I say "LIAM, you prayed and Heavenly Father answered your prayer and helped you find the piece" He smiled and nodded and gave me a big hug. I love that he taught me about faith while I was busy trying to teach him.
You might not think God has time to answer such little, seemingly insignificant, prayers. But I know He does. I don't know everything but I think He bothers answering such small prayers because it helps us build our faith in Him, and it can remind us that He loves us beyond measure. I know I love my children so much and I help them with seemingly insignificant tasks daily, why wouldn't God, who sent His only begotten Son to die for us, help us daily as well if we ask Him? If we take the time to let the Lord into our lives and thank Him daily, when we need Him, He will be there for us because we will have the required Faith in Jesus Christ to let His hand into our lives. This is what I hope to instill in my children.
I found this a good opportunity to show the kids with prayer and faith God will answer our prayers. So I had Liam and Violet fold their arms and bow their heads while I prayed for a way to get the garage door open so Liam could get to school.
After I prayed I felt inspired to pull this rope thingy hanging from the automatic door opener chain that pulls the garage open. I've never taken notice of this rope, I know I wouldn't have thought to pull it on my own. When I pulled it, the rope detached the garage door from the automatic chain thing and I could then lift the door open manually. After we solved the problem we prayed again giving Heavenly Father our thanks for answering our prayer.
I wasn't sure the kids would fully remember...and Violet might not... and Liam might not in the years to come. But I do hope that they learn that God answers prayers.
Today we put together a large 500 piece puzzle (okay I did most of the work) when I finished I couldn't find one piece. Liam chimes in "I know mom, let's pray to Heavenly Father that Jesus finds the piece for us". He immediately bowed his head and said a prayer to find the missing piece. I thought it was cute. I wasn't sure the piece would be found. I didn't let myself have faith... I don't know why... but Liam sure did. About 15 minutes later I walk by the puzzle and I see that it is whole. I exclaimed "LIAM! Who found the missing piece???" he said "I did" I say "LIAM, you prayed and Heavenly Father answered your prayer and helped you find the piece" He smiled and nodded and gave me a big hug. I love that he taught me about faith while I was busy trying to teach him.
You might not think God has time to answer such little, seemingly insignificant, prayers. But I know He does. I don't know everything but I think He bothers answering such small prayers because it helps us build our faith in Him, and it can remind us that He loves us beyond measure. I know I love my children so much and I help them with seemingly insignificant tasks daily, why wouldn't God, who sent His only begotten Son to die for us, help us daily as well if we ask Him? If we take the time to let the Lord into our lives and thank Him daily, when we need Him, He will be there for us because we will have the required Faith in Jesus Christ to let His hand into our lives. This is what I hope to instill in my children.
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