Shopping with kids is not exactly bliss

To-day I met up with my sister Florine, she had spent a harrowing morning shopping with her youngest son David, 2 years old...and had gone through all the usual moves when children decide they are not enjoying being in a shop: screaming, laying down on the ground, making a racket and the rest.
While we were having coffee Florine told me she had grown absolutely indifferent to reactions from outsiders.
I couldn't help thinking 'gee, I am so glad that period is over', but had to readjust a couple of hours later. I went shopping for groceries with Thomas, but he spilled all the cream I had just bought. As a result we had to return to the shop, leaving a white trail behind us. I was mad. I was tired, wanted to get dinner started and the last thing I felt like doing is queuing up again. I looked angry and stern and saw people looking at Thomas in pity. Wish I could feel as indifferent as my sister when those times hit.
Anyway, after a while anger subsided and I talked to Thomas who, in turn, had decided to be mad. A tiring afternoon, all in all. Thank God it's over.