Due to various reasons Steven will be getting out of the military in March and we will be staying on the island. Sounds cool huh? It should be…except for the cost of living and not being able to go to the commissary. I decided to stock up on stuff that lasts a long time from the commissary, canned fruit and vegetables, juice, tuna, jelly, mac and cheese, and peanut butter. I thought we’d go to the Pearl Harbor commissary. We’ve only been there twice since we’ve lived here, usually we go to the one that’s closest, Schofield Barrack. But the Pearl Harbor one is bigger and has better deals and since we’re stocking up why not.
We get there and there’s a problem. They only have the regular shopping carts (we usually get the long ones with extra seats so both the girls can ride). So we use a regular cart, put Felicity in the seat and Seporah starts walking. This is really more difficult than it sounds. Seporah wants to run off and open all the candy and hide causing me to have multiple heart attacks. Seporah rides in the basket part until it gets too full, she hangs on to the end, she rides on my shoulders, she holds my hand, she hides, she throws one fit.
Felicity is doing a wonderful job sitting in the cart looking at laminated pictures and munching on raisins. So I’m not paying as much attention to her. We get to the check out (I’ve already come to the conclusion I will never come back here by myself with both children, there’s only so much humiliation one Mom can handle). And then we get to the car and I start putting away the pictures Felicity was flipping through…We’re missing one…Of course, the one with Mommy in a swimsuit…Seriously, Murphy should be shot.