Beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder

I had this weird feeling come over me yesterday. It was something I hadn't felt in a long time. It was a sense of calm, and felt as if all the stress had melted away, the tension in my neck released, and all the sound around me dissipated. I was in my own little bubble, and even my tiredness was barely noticeable.

You are probably thinking that my wonderful husband sent me to the spa, sadly the answer is no. No, I found this serenity, this peace, at a Shopper's Drug Mart. And in case all you mothers out there are wondering which magic bottle behind the pharmacy counter this blissful moment came from, don't get too excited, it doesn't exist.

After a couple of hectic days in the city, we were on our way home, both of us exhausted because our little Quinny, actually our nosey little Quinny, doesn't like to sleep much at Grandma's house. There's too many new things to see and he has a hard time settling down at night.

Anyway, once we got to Gravenhurst and filled up with gas (it's cheaper here than in Toronto if you can believe it), I realized that I needed a few things from the drug store which is right across the road. I have been trying to get to the drug store for a couple of weeks now, but usually I have Quinn with me, and after doing a bunch of errands, the last thing I want to do is lift his heavy car seat out of the car, again, and lug him around the drug store. So I've made do.

Quinn was asleep, and Rob could stay with him in the car while I did some shopping, alone.
When I originally stepped foot in the store my goal was to get in, grab what I needed and get out. This has become our new shopping mantra when Rob and I are together. When I'm out by myself with Quinn I take my time, but when Rob's on the scene he puts me into a panic and rushes us around.

My state of bliss didn't happen immediately, but after a few minutes something came over me and I got lost in my own little world. I actually remembered the few things that I needed, but decided to walk up and down all the aisles to check out some of the products, and see what was on sale.

I got sucked into the vortex called the baby aisle, checked out all the products and actually found the expensive diapers we like on sale. I stood there and pondered for a few minutes what size to buy. Quinn is currently in size 2, but they only go up to 18 lbs. Quinn is just over 16 lbs right now, so I couldn't decide if I should by one or two bags of #2. How long would it take him to reach 18 lbs? Would it happen before we went through another two bags of #2 diapers. Not that I had to buy two bags of diapers at all, but they were on sale and I wanted to stock up. Then out of nowhere, my question was answered. Apparently the next size up in the Swaddlers diapers is a 2-3. I have never seen this size before and just assumed that after Quinn grew out of the Swaddlers #2 we would have to go through another diaper experiment, which is quite expensive, and requires me to do a lot of laundry until we find out which diaper can contain Quinn's poop the best.
Anyway we can hold off on the poop test now until he is 22 lbs, I bought a bag of #2 and a bag of #2-3.

After I made the diaper decision I decided to check out all the baby food. Quinn will start food in a few weeks, and I just confirmed with myself why I will be making every morsel that goes in his mouth, with the exception of cereal. Have you ever looked at the expiry date on those jars in the store. The ones on the shelf right now are good until 2010. So I looked at the ingredients, and it said apples and water, but I'm not convinced. They have to put something in it, or do something to it, to have a shelf life of over a year, and something must be turning the sweet potatoes in those jars a brownish colour.

Anyway, after I'm not sure how long, I decided I'd seen enough, had what I needed and was making my way to the counter, when suddenly my moment of bliss was abruptly taken from me with the ring of my cell phone. I knew who it was. I had taken too long and now Quinn had woken up and was not very happy. I quickly paid for my purchases, walked out to the car and got in.

Imagine my surprise to find Quinn was still asleep, in his own little dream world.
Oh no, I could have stayed longer, or at the very least finished my excursion without feeling rushed, taking my new found state of bliss with me, rather than having it ripped away. Doesn't Rob know what he has taken away all because of his need to rush around, Obviously he doesn't, and I've resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn't get it anyway even if I explained it.
Oh well, I guess I can still hold on to the memories. And it got me thinking; They didn't pave over paradise, they put up a Shopper's Drug Mart.