Montreal Day 2 Part Two- The Grocery Store Experience

After church on Sunday G tells me that the landlord is coming over at 4 pm to meet with us and have us sign some paperwork. I was far less than thrilled with this information because we had just gotten in last night and our luggage threw up everywhere Sunday morning when we were trying to rush to get ready for church. AND we still had no food. So we had to go shopping before even going home. I had so desperately wanted a nap but it wasn't in the cards. We go to the grocery store by our house which means it's an inner city store and VERY EXPENSIVE. We buy a cart full of necessities like bread, milk, cheese, butter, chicken, rice, E2's dairy free equivalents, lots veggies and fruit and tortillas...you get the idea. At the check out they don't take AMEX. OK, no problem we give them Visa. No bueno. It won't go through. We are tired. We are hungry. We are frustrated from dealing with kids bouncing off the wall in the grocery store. E1 knocked over a tall tower of toilet paper, E3 broke open a package of fruit in syrup all over the floor. E2 was all over the place but somehow managed to not hurt himself or others. He was, however extremely irritating and loud. G gets on the phone with our bank to explain we are traveling in Canada and it really is us trying to use our card and could they please make it work. For some reason they can't. He has a bad connection and gets cut off several times and has to start all over again each time. It's restless in the jungle and the daddy on the phone has blood pressure that continues to go up, so when he asks the tired mama to remove the children to the car she moves quickly. AT the car we wait for what feels like forever. Daddy comes back empty handed and says he almost had it all taken care of and his phone died. He takes my phone and leaves again. Finally after everyone has just about lost it in the car he comes back very grumpy but with a cart of groceries :) Success! I don't know how he did it, but he did :)

We get home and have and snack and work like mad unpacking to have everything ready for the landlord. a few minutes before he is supposed to arrive we have one bag left to unpack and he texts and says 4 isn't going to work for him anymore. He will be her at 8pm. Hmmm, after all that I don't know whether to be thankful or mad so I decide when in doubt, go with thankful :)

I make a very nice Italian style pasta dinner that calms all menfolk in the house and order is restored. They are at peace with the universe once more having their bellies full of comfort food their wiggles out. Kids are put to bed for the night happy and healthy and strong :)