Monday, it was raining. No, it was monsooning...non-stop...all day long. The kind of weather where an umbrella proves to be useless because the rain is coming at you from all directions. Monday is my grocery shopping day with 2 kids in tow. I thought about putting it off another day,but decided to pull up my big girl pants and give it a whirl!
I smartly chose to park in the garden center lot and grabbed space #1.....so far so good. We exited the vehicle and within seconds all 5 of us were soaking wet: Me, Thatcher, Margaret, my purse, and Thatcher's Nintendo DS (which he never stopped playing). We splashed inside and in the store window reflection I could see that my hair looked as if I had just stepped out of the shower...no lie. I attempted to part and comb through it as if it would help and moved along.
After heading toward the aisles, Thatcher turned to me and said "but I didn't want to come grocery shopping." Oops, did I forget to ask permission....did he not see what I just went through to get us inside? Had he just paused his game long enough to notice where we were?......
Anyway, after ignoring that comment we rode on. By the time we'd finished drying off, I was ready to check-out and head back out in the rain that was STILL down pouring.
As we left the store, a nice citizen decided to actually stop at the yellow lines and allow my full load to cross into the lot....except it made the not so nice citizen behind him worried that he might miss the 15th parking spot from the door and would instead be forced to park in spot #16...so this particular soul sped around him causing us to stop quickly before getting hit. I was so mad...the nerve....I gave him the meanest look I could, flipped my dripping wet hair out of my face and lurched the basket forward.
When I got to the car I heard someone yelling. The man who'd stopped for me was hollering out "Ma"m!!!! LaDy!!!!" I turned and saw something on the ground in front of his tire....there they were...my stinkin hot dog buns lying helpless in a puddle.
Thankfully, there was another kind citizen shopping in the rain that day. A lady dashed to my rescue and saved my buns...literally!
I quickly put the 4 wet ones in the car: Thatcher, his Nintendo DS (which he was STILL playing), Margaret, and my purse. I loaded up the groceries and the rest was history.
The moral of this story is.....don't bother wearing hairspray when it rains unless you not only like the smell of it, but also the taste.
Our Trip To Louisiana....
Just call us the "ROAD WARRIORS!" I believe we've officially earned that title! We had a great time going "home"! I LOVED seeing my family! The kids did great! We ate a ton!
Next time we travel, we're renting a limo. That way we have a sound proof partition separating the front seats of the vehicle from the rest. That way we can see the kids fighting, but can't hear them....we can see Thatcher singing and Jack covering his ears with a scowl on his face, but again, no sound! We can see that Margaret has had enough or is overly tired, but don't have to endure the screaming! Truthfully, the kids did well on the trip. Margaret fussed every now and then, but for the most part was a dream!....However, a limo would still be worth it for those few bumps on the road! ;0)
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