Last Thursday, I woke up extra early to get ready for the day. I got up in plenty of time to get dressed before the kids woke up. I even put on full make-up AND picked out a cute scarf.
I know. I am your hero.
Anyway, I got the kids up, breakfast and out the door to take J to preschool. After dropping of J and getting a few big hugs, Baby L and I were off like a herd of turtles.
First stop, the library! Picked up my books from the hold shelves, then headed over to the kids area so Baby L could play for a few minutes.
The librarian raised an eyebrow as if to say "I see you stepped it up a notch today, mama. Nice work." I greeted her with a warm hello. I was feeling sassy with a fully made up face and a super cute scarf.
After letting Baby L play for about 20 minutes, I scooped him up with minimal protest and headed to the car.
Next stop, the grocery.
I decided to go to the super Kroger so I could treat myself to some Starbucks coffee. They also have a really big toy section AND they give kids cookies. See! I told you it was super.
After entering the store, I strap Baby L into the car cart and begin our adventure. (Yes, the LARGE cart with the car at the end. I am aware everyone loves the car cart. But if it buys me five minutes of peace, I'm gonna do it!)
White chocolate mocha. Check!
Free sugar cookie for Baby L. Check!
Checking out the extra large toy section. Check!
Life is good. I am drinking my coffee. Enjoying myself. Feeling cute and sassy with my make-up and beautiful scarf. And did I mention I even wore knee high boots?!?!
So, I let Baby L peruse the toys for a while, then I hand him a monster truck to look at while I finish shopping.
I need to grab a few things like bread, milk, bacon, cheese and beer. Why beer? Because, well, I have children.
Anyway, the beer is the last thing to go into the cart on the way to the cashier.
After loading all of my items onto the conveyer belt, the beer is the last to be placed up there.
The young cashier greets me warmly. He asks how I am doing and smiles at Baby L.
He scans all of my items and hands them to the bag boy. He gets to the beer and runs it over the scanner.
Anticipating the request for my ID, I take out my driver's license and wait for him to ask to see it.
After scanning the beer, he turns his head and yells to the Customer Service desk, "I need someone to ring up this beer." I realize he is under 21 so he needs to have someone else ring up the alcohol.
I say, "Do you need to see my ID?"
He says, "No, that's okay."
Whaaa?? You don't need to see my ID?? Are you sure?!?! But my scarf is really cute! And I have on mascara and blush!
I say, "Oh, Okay." and place my ID back into my wallet.
Fine! I am older than twenty-one. I am not a spring chicken. But you know what?! I have knowledge! And wisdom! And two sweet baby boys! And a great husband! And I have a mortgage! Okay, well, the mortage is NOT quite so great. But you get the idea.
So, admittedly my ego was wounded that he did not ask for my ID.
But I my make-up DID look good. AND my scarf was really cute.