The day, today. The place, Costco.
3 year old is in the cart seat. The 6 month old is in the front-facing carrier/backpack. Why? Because that's the only way I can get two kids into Costco and still have room to get groceries.
All is well. There is a hot dog sample and that keeps 3 year old very happy for our relatively quick trip.
Then comes checkout.
7 month old starts wailing. But I've come prepared! Now I'm pushing the cart with one hand and one elbow, while trying to keep a bottle propped up into the baby's mouth.
It's daytime so the checkout isn't a total zoo. Each open lane is about 3 people deep. I just wheel over to the closest one. The lines move quickly so I'm pushing, realigning, adjusting bottle. Couple in front of me are only buying a gift card so I really need to start unloading my cart to keep things going. Cue me trying to lift a bag of flour with one hand (not the giant one, the moderate "I-don't-need-no-man" sized one).
Checkout assistant AND the mom behind me with her own kid in the cart flock towards my cart, and in the time that I can pull out the bag of bread, they have totally unloaded it.
"You're doing enough Moming," says the lady behind me.
After having two days from Hell with the teething baby, I really needed a moment of "You aren't a total F*** up, Darling!"
So, thank you other Moms.