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Ok Folks, move on the shows over. You don’t need to go home but you can’t stay here. Come back tommorow for the noon showing, and try the veal.

December 22, 2006, in Military Life by

The Commissary…

There is really nothing worse than a screaming and crying child.

OK, there are worse things than a screaming and crying child, a lot of things. But a screaming and crying child immediately puts all adults on alert. It pains us to see a child that is in misery…

Today, we made the 45 minute drive to the Commissary. Which they should rename "comMISERY", just to please me today.

They have jet carts, and car carts. I prefer the jet carts, because The Collective are elevated, I can whisper…"Stop", and the other Mommy Mantras without the entire store hearing. The cart carts, The kids are way up front, near the ground, they can get out, and lastly they can touch one another.

So as we enter the parking lot Pink Ninja sees a green car. She tells me she wants the green car. I told her, they are much more manageable when they are in the jet. I then ask her to pick out a jet.

A little background. Pink Ninja has taken over Sir Rowland’s dairy farm 5am waking. ick….so by 9am, Pink Ninja is tired. I will also note here, she looked adorable. She was dressed in a new dress, and tights, a new red furry coat from her Grandpa (which is getting harder to remove from her, even on 70 degree days). She also had a big bright red ribbon in her hair.

So I grab a jet cart, much to her dismay, and the crying starts. I walk 10 feet into the store and KNOW I better take The Collective potty. So we enter the bathroom, and I am trying to sooth her, and make the crocodile tears go away…

Some elderly woman stops, and hands her a quarter and says "Honey some times in life, all of the green cars are gone".

We leave the restroom, and there is another retiree couple, another quarter, and a compliment "Oh honey our Grandbabies, live so far away, and you look so pretty".

We head down the produce aisle, and I see a quarter appear in front of Pink Ninja, another retired couple, and they also say "Oh honey you look so pretty, we don’t have any Grandbabies"…..

This pretty much went on for the next 4 aisles.

I hated that people were giving her money for crying, not exactly the sort of thing I would promote…I kept telling them to keep their money to no avail. Arguing with retired people, is a losing battle.

So I tried to look at the positive side of the events…

Her first paying acting job…..I have no idea where she gets her "dramatic skills"..

Ha.

   

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About Rachelle

Rachelle began her Military Spouse career when her future husband proposed to her in a letter during Desert Shield. Mail took over a month to arrive back then, and they only had three phone calls with each other in the ten months they were separated. They were married at a small ceremony a week after he returned home. Rachelle's husband moved her to Ft. Bragg, NC, all of their combined possessions filling her small, two-door car. In 1992, they left active duty and moved back to their home state where she went to nursing school and he joined the Army National Guard as a traditional Soldier as he went to school. In 1999, Rachelle's husband was offered a full-time National Guard position in Arkansas, where they lived for eight years.

In 2002, their son was born (MFO Deployment) and in 2003, their daughter was born (OIF2). In 2008, they moved back to their home state to live close to family. Rachelle has been an active contributor with SpouseBUZZ since 2005. She currently works full-time at a physician’s office, and is active with her church and school's PTO. Her son has recently been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome, a subject that she is exhaustingly studying and learning to work with day-by-day. In 2010, Rachelle's mother-in-law moved in with the family, and they added a German shorthaired pointer named "Poncho" to the tribe as well. Rachelle enjoys spending as much "down time" with her family as possible - usually something outdoors or movie nights. Her favorite foods are sushi, steak, chocolate, and coffee. Her special skills include being an awesome cook, identifying odd accents by state or country, having an incredible sense of smell (almost bloodhound-like), and watching people at airports during long, unexpected layovers.

Comments

  1. airforcewife says:
    December 22, 2006 at 5:55 am

    Oh My. That's how my blond #3 started.
    She's a pro, now. I have to pay dues to SAG.

  2. Andi says:
    December 22, 2006 at 12:48 pm

    You could make a good living just browsing Wal-Mart, Target and the grocery store a few times a week…

  3. Angela says:
    December 24, 2006 at 12:51 am

    Am I going to get it for this one…. I'm not trying to be nasty. I'm just giving my opinion. And, yes, I have children. And, no, they are not perfect angels–far from it! So, here it goes…. I HATE being in the commissary and hearing some baby/toddler/child crying their head off! It might be a dirty diaper–I've smelled a few of those in passing by a "screamer." It might be one of those obnoxious novelty carts that I really wish the commissary would do away with! I DON'T CARE WHY THEY ARE CRYING–I JUST WISH THEY WOULD STOP! I'm old. I'm tired. I'm past my "baby" days. I just want to go in–without my own children–get the food on my shopping list for the next two weeks, and get out. And, maybe, if it's not too much trouble, NOT have to deal with the noise! Now, if the "Chatty Cathies" would just stop blocking the aisles! Hey, here's an idea–we give the crying kids to the social butterflies to take to the park while the rest of us actually do a little shopping! ***Please take this in the humorous manner that it was intended. I'm sure all your children are lovely!

  4. kel says:
    January 1, 2007 at 8:53 am

    i understand the humor in what you are saying Angela.. and trust me I would LOVE to go shopping in silence and not have 50 extra.. "i want" items in my cart. But when you have no sitter and its time for shopping with spouse deployed and crying baby(ies in my case) you suck it up and go and just take the holes being burned into your forehead.. or the comments.. I have gotten so many and i just either laughed them off or ignored them.. bc like you said the person who says things probably has been in our shoes before and its their time to enjoy quiet shopping well our time for quiet isnt their yet so we enjoy the mayhem.

  5. Dani says:
    January 1, 2007 at 3:39 pm

    hey at least you have a commisary my husband is in the National Guard and we have to shop at our local stores where everyone knows you so the judgements are flying high and if your child is crying it is amore of a what did you do than oh kids will be kids sometimes I believe there is judt no understanding

  6. JJ says:
    January 1, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    "Children behaving badly" I can handle. Although my children are grown and now in college, I experienced my share of bad trips to the commissary when they were little. What I can't handle are adults behaving badly. We are currently stationed at an AF base in a large metropolitan area so it is natural that our commissary would be a very busy one, especially with the high number of retirees who also live in this area. Of course you would also expect the commissary to be really crowded two days before Christmas and ours was no exception; the checkout line wound itself nearly to the back of the store. It was long, yes, but was moving quickly when I saw a lady in line yelling at a retiree for cutting! The poor old lady did not realize she had cut in line and was so embarrassed. The one who should have been embarrassed was the one who yelled at her in the first place. I thought Christmas was supposed to be a season of peace!