before<\/em> the store or my kids would be pawing for it the whole time, ultimately resulting in me slamming it down, thus not enjoying it at all.<\/p>\nI RACED through the store while continually instructing Gwyn to sit down in the cart and not smush the food while also simultaneously pulling Cal’s legs through the cart leg-holes as he tried to climb out of the buckled seat, crying in frustration each time he failed.<\/p>\n
I sang silly songs, acted a fool as I pointed to random grocery items and made race-car noises to get through the store scream-free as I threw things in the cart.<\/p>\n
My kids began to lose it when I remembered I had two Dum Dum suckers in my purse. I whipped those bad-boys out to get through the rest of the trip and was almost finished when Cal dropped his on the ground.<\/p>\n
I stared at it in horror for about .3 seconds as I glanced back and forth from Cal to it, seeing his face become fierce.<\/p>\n
Now, this is utterly disgusting.<\/p>\n
But, I was exhausted and desperate.<\/p>\n
To cease a meltdown, I quickly picked that sucker up…. and sucked on it, swirling it all around my mouth, thinking I’d be removing all \u00a0the germs before giving it back to \u00a0Cal.<\/p>\n
I apologize if you just ate lunch.<\/p>\n
But I was sweaty and panicked.<\/p>\n
It worked, and Cal went merrily on his sucker-sucking way while I checked out.<\/p>\n
While in the parking lot, Gwyn fought me about getting \u00a0into the car, ultimately hitting me. I informed her that she would be going to time-out as soon as we got home. This, as expected, created a full-blown sob-fest.<\/p>\n
Once I managed to squeeze her into the car I decided I definitely deserved a Starbucks now even though nap-time was quickly approaching.<\/p>\n
Gwyn, realizing we were going through a drive-thru got all hyped up and requested a “lemondade,” which I told her she could not have due to her behavior.<\/p>\n
She threw a major fit, so much so that the woman taking my order could barely make out what I was trying to say.<\/p>\n
I ordered the kids two ice-waters, something they enjoy getting in “special cups” and a blended frappuccino for myself.<\/p>\n
Since that was only my second time to that part of town, I still relied on my GPS for directions, and once situated, we were on our way.<\/p>\n
About fifty feet away from the Starbucks, Cal dropped his straw and started screaming. I looked back and realized it was too far to reach, so I begrudgingly decided to give him my straw and just wait until I got home to have my beverage.<\/p>\n
After reaching back to give Cal my straw, while driving mind you, I looked up to see that I just passed a cop on a four-lane highway.<\/p>\n
And yep, he pulled me over.<\/p>\n
Now, whenever I get pulled over, which is not often, I never pull the sob-story to try and get out of a ticket.<\/p>\n
I just can’t do it.<\/p>\n
Instead, I just handed over my license and registration while wanting to wave a white flag out my window.<\/p>\n
He informed me that I was going 65 in a 55 when I “passed him” and handed over a nice ticket.<\/p>\n
And my kids were little angels the whole time we were stopped, not prompting any sort of pity from the cop.<\/p>\n
Perfect. Juuuuuuust perfect.<\/p>\n
Before taking off for home, I looked down and noticed my Starbucks beverage had melted.<\/p>\n
Defeat.<\/p>\n
Once I got home I immediately put Gwyn in time out, and over the screaming fit, I downed a large cookie. I realized this is becoming a stress reliever and decide I need to do something about it.<\/p>\n
Another time.<\/p>\n
Once everyone was calm, the kids and I went outside to play for a bit before nap. Nap time came, all went to bed just fine, and I finally sat down on the couch to rest.<\/p>\n
This was when I realize I never unloaded the groceries from the hot car.<\/p>\n
I bolted to the garage and discovered the refrigerated items were warm. I thought for a split second about still keeping them since I paid an extra $113 for a speeding ticket in order to get them, but ultimately frustratingly threw them away, as the last thing I needed that day was to clean up spoiled milk vomit.<\/p>\n
Once again, I took a seat and my eyes began to close.<\/p>\n
All of a sudden I heard a loud-ass lawn mower rev its engine and go to town. \u00a0I secretly cursed our back neighbors for mowing their lawn during nap-time and prayed that \u00a0it ended soon.<\/p>\n
Well, it didn’t, and then the dogs started to bark. I immediately jumped up to go calm them down when I realized OUR lawn was the one being mowed.<\/p>\n
Since we don’t have a lawn-mower at this house yet, The Hubby hired someone to come over which I wasn’t aware of. \u00a0With the lawn-mower blasting and dogs barking, Cal ultimately woke up and wouldn’t go back to sleep.<\/p>\n
Wanting to collapse, I fetched him and glared out the window at the lawn-boy.<\/p>\n
The rest of the evening went fine, normal, I suppose, other than The Hubby working late, not coming home until after bed-time. I laid in bed that night, eyes closing immediately, and I knew that tomorrow would be a better day.<\/p>\n
It had to be.<\/p>\n
Right?<\/p>\n
At least I knew I wouldn’t be licking any more salmonella suckers, or whatever diseases are lurking on Walmart floors.<\/p>\n
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