Cashier caught in the headlights

This morning, after dropping Ryleigh off at school, dropping letters at the post office, and filling up my car with gas, I realized that I needed to make a quick run into Walmart. It is easier shopping with just one of the kiddos at a time, and considering that Wesley was asleep in his car seat carrier, I figured it would be an uneventful trip.

Once inside, I headed straight for the baby department, ready to stock up on diapers, baby bubble bath, new pajamas for the kids, socks, etc. And right about the time we got back there, I saw a tiny little preemie outfit. It was so little! Now, Wesley is still wearing newborn clothes, but they are fitting a little snug. Growth is a very good thing, especially with his tummy troubles; however, it made my heart sink a little to realize how fast he is growing already.

And then I heard a little squeal from him, as if he could sense that I was thinking about him, and getting sentimental. I looked down at his precious little face. My heart swelled with emotion.

And it happened.

Yep, those of you nursing Moms out there know what I'm talking about. My milk letdown hard and heavy. And you know what else? I had been so rushed to get out the door and get Ryleigh to school on time that I forgot my nursing pads.

Suddenly, I had two very large headlights plastered across my chest. And my eyes probably were as big as saucers. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. How can I get out of this situation as quickly and painlessly as possible???

I was so grateful that the baby department was at the very back of the store, right next to customer service and the restrooms. I grabbed a new box of nursing pads and headed to the restrooms, crouching behind Wesley's car seat as I pushed the shopping basket.

Would you believe that the restroom was closed for cleaning? Seriously. I hid in the back of the baby section for awhile, waiting for the "cleaning" to be complete. Never happened. And Wesley was starting to get agitated. I knew I was going to have to face the music and get out of the store. So, I took a deep breath, and crouching all the way, headed towards the front of the store to checkout.

Once I got to the checkouts, I scanned anxiously looking for an older woman to check me out...I figured if she saw, at least she would understand and be sympathetic. Luckily, I found a nice looking older woman, and though she was currently checking out someone else, I decided to wait patiently in line.

Wouldn't you know that the only male checker in the store was two aisles over, and literally walked over to me, letting me know he was available to check me out. And then trying to be helpful, he grabbed my shopping basket and led the way to his station. I wanted to die. My cover was blown! And my hiding shield was gone. I felt naked as a jaybird. I crossed my arms across my chest, never looked up to make eye contact, and I literally ran from the store to the safety of my car.

Utter embarrassment. I'll probably end up in one of those emails...you know the ones I'm referencing..."people you see at Walmart..." A picture of me; hair in wet pigtails, holey blue jeans, and my headlights beaming.

All because I dared to look at this sweet face.

Gosh my hormones are out of control.

And it's soooooo worth it.

HE is so worth it.