You can feel the exhaustion in your bones as you stare aimlessly at the two different brands of cheese.

It doesn't really matter which you take, but your brain isn't functioning enough to make the descision.

You suddenly snap to attention as you realize that the little hand tugging at your pantleg has stopped, and your head shoots up to look for the toddler your supposed to be raising.

How anyone trusted you with one is beyond you.

Just as the panic starts to grip your chest you feel a tap on yor shoulder and you twist around, coming face to face with an absolute specimen of a man, with your kid in his arms.

God, you should've taken a shower before coming to get groceries.

"Excuse me, I think this is yours?"

He grins widely at the giggling toddler on his hip.