Grocery stores

So I absolutely dread whenever I have to do the monthly grocery shopping, because 90% of the time im by myself with my 4 month old, 7 year old and 5 year old, and with having the baby i have play Jenga with the groceries , do multiple different shopping trips, or hold out on the rare occasion my husband has a full off weekend. I dont like going grocery shopping when my husband only has Sunday off because that's our family time , and if I do wait for him to go with, I normally get off track, he gets side tracked or impatient and every single time the girls always tend to show their butts. I also am breastfeeding but thankfully I have a wearable so maybe I ask for this whenever I am pumping while shopping, but add a loud eeeerrrnt eeeeeerrrrnt eeeeerrrnt coming from my hopdie/jacket tends to draw attention.
I dread grocery shopping for many reasons. 1 because of the limited space. 2. Little guy tends to get fussy either middle of the shopping list or right as we check out. I dont use the cashier check outs unless my husband's with me because they LOVE putting 1 or 2 things in a bag, and they don't care what they put in. They could put a box of corn dogs in the same bag as some chips, and if im by myself, I can't re load the cart back to where all the groceries fit AND still be able to put the damn carseat in the cart. Normally I do split my shopping in 2 trips, but today was one of them days where i absolutely felt so anxious and every single worker was staring me down. I pit groceries in the cart according so little guy can still fit properly, but with the holidays I needed to get a little more groceries than normal. Little guy also decided to start fussing when we started checking out. Me and the girls have a drill done when come shopping, normally ill scan everything under the cart and all the heavy items that everything can be put ontop of and then ill tell the girls what item category to start putting up on the little stand thing they have beside the check out and ill start scanning and bagging depending on the day, the youngest put the items for me to scan, I scan, the oldest bags and ill tell her which bag it goes in, then she'll put it in the cart. Well I had a decent amount of groceries today, and little guy was just tired of being in his csrseat. He didnt want his bottle, and my oldest was in school, so I had middle child trying to distract the baby, I had to get him off the cart to get the items under him, and then back in the cart. I swear everybody that worked there was hawk eyeing my every move and item scan. Normally they'll ask me if I need another cart, which yea ill take it. Easier to re situate groceries without leaving the baby in the ground, Did any ask if I needed a cart? Nope. Anywho I get everything scanned bagged and back in the cart paid for ect and of course on the way out they wanna check my receipt which I always know is coming, well today they decide they were going to check an item that was on the bottom of my bag stack UNDER the baby. Then under the cart and then back under the baby all while my pump is eeeeerrrnt eeeeerrrnnt. Eeerrrrnt . The worked looked back at me each time an item was check ,and everyone's STILL staring me down. Kayyy I felt the need to make it known that I had a breast pump and was currently pumping but tbh screw them thats my personal right and they dont need to know wtf. I passed this worker coming in going eeeeerrnt. Eeeeernt eeeernting.

I took a picture of my cart when we got back to the vehicle to show how well I can bag and jenga the groceries to fit in the cart with the damn carseat still able to fit but I cant add pics lol. I had month worth of groceries and a lot of it where staple items. Water.noodles.yogurt.condiments.eggs crackers cereal. You get the point lol. Byt after all the anxiety and once I got to the vehicle and got to breathe I realized how good ive gotten with grocery jenga and being able to get it all to fit in one cart with the dang baby cartseat I dont bring a diaper bag in anymore vecause that calls for more suspicion and more skepticism towards me.