It’s a Jungle In There


Gratuitous adorable child FTW

Jungle Jim’s marketing plan clearly involved overwhelming people into buying more. Cars from carnival rides held up displays, and florescent lights assaulted our vision. My nine year old niece, Kaylee, bellowed, “Look, Nanny! They have pummelos!” She put two oversized grapefruit into the cart that Scott was pushing.

Mom, who was walking a little ahead with my two kids, said, “Sure, honey,” after the fact. Even though she and Kay had been to the store several times since its opening back in September, she looked like a first time visitor. Every bright flash distracted her.

I asked, “What’s a pummelo?”

“It’s like a grapefruit, only sweeter.” Kaylee added one more.

Besides the visual stimuli, the store was loud, its warehouse roof doing nothing to absorb the clamor of post-Christmas shoppers. In less than ten minutes, Sam and Caroline both showed signs of sensory overload. Sam darted up and down aisles, while Caroline looked more like Mom, wide eyed and trying to stare everywhere at once. I had already nudged her forward three times when she abruptly stopped, staring up.

“Rolling Stones!”


She grunted and looked at the ceiling. Shit. If aphasia was setting in, we were closer to meltdown than I thought. “Try to focus. Come on.”

She remained rooted. “Rolling Stones!” she repeated. This time, she pointed at the ceiling.

And then it clicked. She was listening to the barely audible sound system.

“It’s not ‘Doom and Gloom’.” She twisted her lips.

Scott moved on with Kaylee, Sam, and the cart, but I stayed back with Caroline, while Mom scanned a nearby aisle of red jars looking for pepper sauce. Caroline stomped one foot. “Not ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want’… Aha! ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’.”  Satisfied, she followed Scott at a trot.

“She can hear that?” Failing to find her sauce, Mom walked forward as well.

“Along with everything else. It’s her sensory processing disorder. She hears all sounds at the same volume. The candy wrappers are equally audible. Anyway, if she’s settled on the music, she probably won’t melt.”

Sam pelted out of nowhere with a glass jar in either hand. “Here, Nanny!”

“Is she right?” Mom accepted Sam’s offerings, but set them on a shelf. “Not quite sweetie,” she told him.

“About the song? Yeah. I caught ‘gas, gas, gas’ when she said the title.” I turned to my son as he reached for another random bottle. “I’ll help you find Nanny’s pepper sauce. We’ll catch up.”

“Will he be OK?” Mom asked.

“Yeah. He has a job now.”

An hour later, in the checkout line, Caroline shouted “Beatles!” Then, she added, “I can’t remember the title.”

I strained my ears and caught a few words. “It’s ‘All the Lonely People’.”

“No-o.” She rolled her eyes as she drew out the vowel.

Then, at the same time, she and my mother both said, “ It’s called ‘Eleanor Rigby’.”

Mom, who still couldn’t hear the sound system, added, “Everyone gets that wrong,” in a tone that suggested that I ought to have known the difference. Caroline hid a smile behind her hands.

Oh. I made eye contact with Kaylee, and we shrugged, then went on transferring fingerling potatoes and baby corn from the cart to the counter.

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Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.


It’s a Jungle In There — 23 Comments

  1. Jessie you are SO GOOD at descriptions!!
    I love love love it, even though I live it. 😉
    I cannot wait until Xan can regulate enough to go into a store with us. Probably nothing like that store though. Haha!
    You are so brave, such an incredibly calm and amazing Mom, and an unbelievable advocate for your kidlets.

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  2. I have issues every time I walk into Costco. People just stop in the middle of the aisle. They just stop. And converse. Or wait. I’m not talking about the children. I mean grown ups. Why do they do that?? Clearly your children handle ‘the jungle’ better than I do.
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  3. My husband always tells me what music is playing, when I can barely hear it!

    Caroline’s sensory disorder must drive her nuts when she’s at a place like Jungle Jim’s. I’m glad she was able to focus on the music!
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  4. I’m so good at recognizing a song over a bunch of background noise… and I’m terrible at telling you which song it is. Unless I sing it, which I won’t, because you really do NOT want that.
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  5. I love your details and your ability to create overwhelm in me with your words. I was in that store with you – well done! I don’t have a sensory processing disorder that I’m aware of, but I get overwhelmed in stores like that also. I love how intimately you know what will and won’t push your kids over the edge and how you navigated this shopping trip and took all the chaos in stride. You are one amazing mama and writer.
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  6. I remember Caroline likes The Beatles and she a girl after me own heart with The Rollong Stones. Music is in her genes. I love the attitude of your family amidst the chaos and I’m with whoever mentioned background music. Play it so I can really hear it. But Caroline can!
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  7. Impressive knowledge of music! 🙂 Love the Blog

    Thank her for noticing!
    Sensory Overload is the same phrase we use inside our company.

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    Jungle Jim’s International Market