my luck

So today I had an almost absolute meltdown bad day. I took my no nap taking, fuss bucket dear sweet child to the grocery store with me today for a few items. She started whining the second I put her in the car seat so most of the ride there I was piping her up about the spanking balloon she was going to get when we got there, so on and so forth. She finally decides to give my head a break and calms down. We get to the store, she gets her balloon like I said (OH AND sucker) and we go on about our marry way.

Then, on the milk aisle, she drops her sucker on the floor. Usually I’ll do whatever I can at this point in the day to soothe her little body at all costs but NOT with a sucker from the H-E-B floor. Sorry Charlie...or Anna-Kate...or the many shoppers around. She starts letting me know about her displeasure with my walking off and leaving the sucker there to do nothing useful for her. Awful, I know. We get in line to check out and she DOES NOT want to sit in the basket, she DOES NOT even want to stand in it. So I’m pulling out all stops at this point, “KEYS! HERE! Here are my keys!” That was a no go. “Here, look, mommy’s chapstick!” Ah, we have a taker. So, on with our transaction. We get our things paid for and I start to walk off when I realize I can’t find my keys anywhere. At this point my face is already flushed from trying to keep my kid from having every person looking our way, and then I can’t find my keys. What are the odds. So, I have the cashier and some random nice guy looking under stuff, over stuff, around stuff, wherever they could be-they were looking. I couldn’t believe that I had JUST had them and now I can’t find them. That part of the story short, I found them about 10 minutes later stuffed in a diaper. Yes, a diaper, a clean one, but a still a diaper, EVEN though I looked through my tiny diaper bag about 8 times before the discovery. No joke.

So, I go to the truck, open the door, toss my phone in the driver’s seat, my diaper bag on the other side and close the door. I get my groceries in the back, my kid out of the basket and the basket ACTUALLY put back in a basket thingy (probably because there was this poor teenage kid pushing another load near me and I would’ve felt bad to leave it anywhere). I walk back to the truck and try to open the door. Yes, I said TRY. I LOCKED MY PHONE, DIAPER BAG AND KEYS in the truck. At this point I’m literally about to have an absolute meltdown. I was sooo mad at myself! I go inside, use the courtesy phone and call my MIL whom I have already called and cancelled her help because I had found my keys. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her...and frankly, I couldn’t believe it either. She said she would be “a while” and honestly, I wanted to wrap the phone cord around my neck and start pulling, HARD cry. I asked what “a while” meant and she said no less than 20 minutes. “OOOH GREAT, what the heck am I supposed to do for 20 minutes...OR MORE!”

Back to the truck we go (I should’ve made a song about it). I put AK in the back, climbed in myself and made we ourselves at home. We opened up the box of cereal I had just bought and started snacking away. We played with sticks and talked to the nice old man parked beside us who was waiting on his wife. All the while I was silently cussing myself for doing this TWICE since we’ve moved here. When I was wasn’t feeling overwhelmed with anger I just wanted to cry. Cry because my kid was tired and we couldn’t go home, cry because my kid was hungry and thirsty and I had nothing to give her (other than cereal), cry because my head hurt, cry because I was irritated at everyone and everything. It was bad. But I’m glad I’m home and my no nap taking fuss bucket is in bed and I’m about to be. To solve all problems, we’ll either ALL go to the store as one happy family or she’ll be staying home with her daddy.

Thanks for reading.