I am never going grocery shopping again. Ever. We're all just going to starve to death because I am never ever ever doing it again no matter what. It's just not worth it. I come home exhausted, frustrated, angry, defeated and embarrassed. Ugh.
The problem is not having 3 kids under 4. Or having a baby. Or that the cheap grocery store doesn't have the kind of jam the kids like. It's Asher. He is just so defiant. It doesn't matter how "ready" I am with a good attitude, bribes, a plan, whatever. He always gets me in the end. He plows his arm down shelves and knocks everything off. He sits down in the middle of the aisle when I say, too impatiently and for the 800th time, "Come on, Asher." He doesn't care if I am anywhere in sight. He wanders off or he just doesn't keep up. He refuses to sit in the cart or in the car carts. When I put him in the basket as punishment for whatever he shoves Isaiah's head into the metal bar. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
By the time we get home I am basically throwing the groceries into the cabinets and fridge because I am so frustrated. I have just used up all my patience for the day in one 30 minute grocery shopping trip. That's right - 30 minutes. So it's not like I'm dragging him down every single aisle. I know the store well and we only go where we need to. And I don't stand there deciding what to get - I know ahead of time. Maybe two seconds to scan which brand is on sale, but that's it.
I am so frustrated that I am so frustrated. I don't know what to do. So I really may never go grocery shopping again. There is a store that delivers around here. It's hard to get everything I want that way and it's more expensive- but I guess shopping with Asher is even harder. He wins. I loose. Game over.