It nearly gets me every time. That silly, oh-so-convenient parking space... It's right by the shopping cart coral, and it makes it easy to dump the cart after loading both kids in. But, they've marked this one POLICE ONLY now, and I steered widely to park in the open one two spaces down. You know me... follow the rules.
After I've unhooked both boys, and started our trek up to the new "Mommy Mecca" for the Steele Creek area (that is our new Super Target); I notice another woman whip right into that space that I took measures to avoid. "How DARE she?" I thought. "She better hope no one robs the store while we're in here." I watched her exit the car, and glance hurriedly toward the cart coral. She seemed, agitated... Oh well, and I entered Target to fill our our prescriptions for the 3rd round of antibiotics this month.
10 minutes later, I'm nearly run down in the aisle by a two-tot grocery cart... you know the kind. I hated them until I had my second child. Now- they don't seem so bad. I glance at the driver, only to find that she is the woman who parked in the Police spot outside. And then, I realize the reason for her haste. One kid strapped in- about 18 months, one kid strapped in- about 3, and another infant riding in the carrier in the basket. "Ohhhhhhh." I thought. I know that look, the one pasted on her face..... "Just get in, get out, and get it done. Everyone OUT OF MY WAY.... Baby, please don't cry, SIT DOWN! No, you can't have a cookie from the deli!" The desperate, haggard face of an over-tired Mom. Dressed to kill in her crumpled fund-raising event t-shirt, mom-jeans, and tennis shoes.
Don't worry girls... I'm not talking about anyone we know, but it might as well have been... I wanted to help her after that. "Can I carry your bags? Open the door for you? Do you want the Handicap spot?"
There really ought to be a tag for that.... "I can park here because I have three kids under 5!"
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