Leslie and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

Yesterday I woke up feeling like a Mack truck had run over my head and then backed up for good measure.  Not sure if the headache was {lack of} sleep-related, allergy related, or related to this darn cold I can't seem to shake.  Either way about it, it was one of those days that I just wanted to lay in bed, in my jammies, and sleep  sleep sleep til I can't sleep no mo'.

But...I had a little angel in the next room (do angels scream and cry?!) and so I pulled myself out of bed and went about the day WITH the jammies on!  (score a point for me!)

Around 3:30pm, Georgia was down for a nap and I was scrounging around trying to find something to eat.  Our cupboard is pretty bare and I've been trying to hold off on going to the grocery store, but we had no milk, bread, meat, fruit...dry pasta and rice were just about it!  I found myself STARVING for something to eat so I decided to shower and change out of my pjs then head to the store as soon as Georgia woke up.

I kept checking on her and finally she popped her eyes open and I plopped her in the carseat, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.

Pulling out of our apt complex I checked the clock and see it says 5pm.  Shoot, I thought.  We're going to hit rush hour.  We live a few streets away from a major highway that we have to use to get anywhere and it's a slow go even for just a few lights at this hour.  Oh well, I'm charging ahead!  Hunger is a powerful motivator!

I decide to keep GK in her carseat and put her in the snap n go stroller.  I was just planning to get a small, handheld basket for a few  items.  Once I got inside and started shopping around, though, I decided to get more items so I upgraded to a cart and got to be 'that mom' trying to push two carts around and not run over anyone's toes.

Finally, I got what we needed... and maybe a couple 'wants' (B&J's Half Baked ice cream just looked too good to pass up!) and headed to the checkout.  I don't normally recommend shopping while hungry-- it can be dangerous--  but I had no choice.  I was envisioning myself eating half my cart while walking around!

In line, I was keeping GK entertained (and probably those around us) and she was being happy and kicking her legs with glee-- that's when I smelled it.  Oh no!  Poopy Diaper alert!  Let's just hope it doesn't leak onto the car seat!

The lady rang me up and as I reached into my {embarrassingly messy} purse--- NO WALLET!  Ugh!  This is the stuff nightmares are made of...I look up at the cashier with a look of ' I promise you I did not plan this.  Please forgive me.' I mumbled that I had no wallet and must have left it at home.  I was so mortified!  She offered to hold my bags for me, but all I could think of was that I could never step foot in this store again.  A tad dramatic?  Yes, but it was a dramatic moment.  I managed an 'I'm sorry', shoved my sunglasses on my face to hide the tears threatening to burst out of my eyes and pushed my little stroller to the nearest exit with a vengeance.

Deep breaths got me to the car where I broke down soon after the door shut.  What a waste of time and I'm STILL starving! 

Over the parking lot and through bad traffic back to my house I go!  I carried GK quickly up the stairs asking God to please not cap off this day with excrement all over my baby and her car seat.  I laid her on the changing table and ripped off her diaper only to find-- nothing!  That baby must have the stinkiest gas EVER!

Anyway, disaster averted there.  Time to find my wallet.  I'll spare you the details, but I searched high and low.  As a last resort, I looked in a drawer in our bedroom where James likes to put things he feels like are cluttering up the dresser (ie. my sunglasses, jewelry and such).  Guess what?!  There it was-- approximately 2 feet from where my purse sits...

My eyes saw red as my quick temper flared.  Deep breaths, deep breaths.

I quickly loaded Georgia back up and headed to get some food.  I was trying to avoid fast food (it's been 3 weeks since I've had any), but I didn't feel like doing anything else.  I grabbed a #2 from McDonalds and 2, yes, TWO small rolo mcflurry's... I felt sick the rest of the night.

Just keepin' it real, people.

James and I talked it over once he got home at 11:30pm that night and resolved it.  I know he didn't do it on purpose and he knows that he shouldn't have put it there.  We kissed and made up.  He's actually at Target now getting everything I tried to get yesterday.  :)

I couldn't find a notepad this morning and he said "Oh, I put it in the drawer." I looked up at him and his silly, grinning face.  "Too soon" was all I said.  "Too soon."