Running late.
Trying to cram more into a single day than one person should be able to.
Talking on the cell phone, sending an email from the blackberry, and balancing a purse.
Clicking through the local supermarket in 5" black snakeskin stilettos and a pencil skirt.
Picking up a bottle... scratch that... two bottles of wine.
Dammit. I should have gotten a basket.
Emailing. Still conference calling.
Holding now two bottles of wine and reading the nutritional value label on a box of popcorn.
"Thanks, great, talk with you tomorrow."
Leaning over so that the cell phone I'm finally finished with can drop directly from my ear/shoulder hold into the purse.
Cringing as I imagine a bottle of wine crashing to the shiny, freshly waxed white and green tiled floor.
Rounding the corner to head to the checkout, still emailing with the hand attached to the arm with a bottle of wine under it.
Looking up, I spot a Hannah Montana sippy cup. Pink and purple... right next to the other sippy cups and Dr. Brown baby bottles.
Stopping, possibly for the first time that day, I scan the aisle. Images of babies and mothers. Bottles, pacifiers, and a section of formulas.
Hating this aisle immediately, I look at the bottles in my arms.
Thinking I would trade them in a snap for a package of baby bottles, a pacifier, a bottle of formula, and a couple bibs.
Buzzing from the blackberry, dinging from the cell phone brings me back to reality.
Feeling irritated and reminded of why I am holding wine in the first place, I shake off the images of the thing I want the most.
Walking to the register. Checking out. Moving on.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0DKOGco_o
Trying to cram more into a single day than one person should be able to.
Talking on the cell phone, sending an email from the blackberry, and balancing a purse.
Clicking through the local supermarket in 5" black snakeskin stilettos and a pencil skirt.
Picking up a bottle... scratch that... two bottles of wine.
Dammit. I should have gotten a basket.
Emailing. Still conference calling.
Holding now two bottles of wine and reading the nutritional value label on a box of popcorn.
"Thanks, great, talk with you tomorrow."
Leaning over so that the cell phone I'm finally finished with can drop directly from my ear/shoulder hold into the purse.
Cringing as I imagine a bottle of wine crashing to the shiny, freshly waxed white and green tiled floor.
Rounding the corner to head to the checkout, still emailing with the hand attached to the arm with a bottle of wine under it.
Looking up, I spot a Hannah Montana sippy cup. Pink and purple... right next to the other sippy cups and Dr. Brown baby bottles.
Stopping, possibly for the first time that day, I scan the aisle. Images of babies and mothers. Bottles, pacifiers, and a section of formulas.
Hating this aisle immediately, I look at the bottles in my arms.
Thinking I would trade them in a snap for a package of baby bottles, a pacifier, a bottle of formula, and a couple bibs.
Buzzing from the blackberry, dinging from the cell phone brings me back to reality.
Feeling irritated and reminded of why I am holding wine in the first place, I shake off the images of the thing I want the most.
Walking to the register. Checking out. Moving on.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0DKOGco_o
