Grocery Shopping
My dad forwarded me this email joke, but I found oddly relate-able (I can’t spell that word today for some reason 
) when I have been in the grocery store with my child in the midst of my PPD. So, how many times have you talked to yourself with this mantra, hmmmm? **I’m raising my hand really high**
AN OLD MAN WAS GROCERY SHOPPING WITH HIS GRANDSON. THE TODDLER WAS CRYING, AND AT TIMES, SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.
AS THE OLD GENTLEMAN WALKED UP AND DOWN THE AISLES, PEOPLE COULD HEAR HIM SPEAKING IN A SOFT VOICE…
“WE ARE ALMOST DONE, ALBERT…TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT… LIFE WILL GET BETTER, ALBERT…”
AS HE APPROACHED THE CHECKOUT STAND, HE CAREFULLY BRUSHED THE TODDLER’S TEARS FROM HIS EYES AND SAID AGAIN, “TRY NOT TO CRY, ALBERT… WE WILL BE HOME SOON, ALBERT…”
AS HE WAS PAYING THE CASHIER, THE TODDLER CONTINUED TO CRY AS A YOUNG WOMAN IN LINE BEHIND HIM SAID, “SIR, I THINK IT IS WONDERFUL HOW SWEET YOU ARE BEING TO YOUR LITTLE ALBERT.”
THE OLD GENTLEMAN BLINKED HIS EYES A COUPLE OF TIMES BEFORE SAYING:
“MY GRANDSON’S NAME IS JOHN…….. I’M ALBERT………. “
Yes, this is me all the way. I have to talk myself through things exactly this way! Is that crazy? I loved this!