She’s gone

Today, my babysitter – sweet and precious teenager from the heavens – came over. And bec

Why I hate taking my kids to the park

Note: I started this post over a week ago, when my husband was home and had gone to the park with me

Ten things I’ve been up to lately

Just wanted to jump on real fast and give you guys the skinny on my whereabouts. My husband has been

 

She’s gone

October 18, 2012 in Life Lessons

Today, my babysitter – sweet and precious teenager from the heavens – came over. And because I have been feeling haggard lately, and the husband has been out of town for what feels like forever, I felt I was due some attention, so I made an appointment for a haircut. I also felt like even with a haircut, my hair would still be drab so I thought it was high time for some highlights, too. The last time I can think of that my hair was highlighted was while I was pregnant with Arden (don’t worry, I did my research and concluded it was safe, seriously). My blonde is turning brown…I can’t have that.

I had “Sarah” set up for dinner – microwave chicken enchiladas from Costco. BTW, OMG Delishoush!! As soon as she got there I tagged out and headed for my style’n minivan. Before I could get around the curve at the end of my street I received a text from her that read, “She’s gone”.

What the…?

I waited a second.

Then I received another, “That was for my mom lol, ” it said.

Ummmm, yeah….

I thought about it for a few seconds, trying to control my imagination. Was she trying to invite someone over? Then I called my husband. I’m trying not to get crazy here, I told him. Am I out of line to be suspicious?

I wanted to call her and remind her that I have a camera.

THAT’S RECORDING.

I will see who comes and goes.

The thing is, she had texted before coming over to see if it was okay if she brought her little sister. I didn’t care. She’s done it once before and from what I could see, her little ten year old sister is a shy, bashful thing. No threat to my kids. But this made me wonder, did she bring her little sister to watch my kids so that someone could come over?

This wasn’t like her. But I wasn’t about to be made a dummy.

I called her up and confronted her, “Hey, your text makes me nervous,” I said, “What’s the story?”

“Don’t be nervous. My mom always asks me to let her know when you leave,” she said.

“Oh, okay. Well, I was just wondering what was going on. I love you and I don’t want anything bad to happen.”

Yea. I really said that. I played the ‘I love you’ card. You have to understand – I love her. Not like “in love’ …but I love her. Like you love a pair of comfy shoes. My husband travels a lot. Can you blame me, really?

Here’s where I left it…

“Please don’t do anything stupid,” I said.

“I won’t. Don’t worry,” she said, with a breathy, soft, laugh. .

I got my hair cut and colored. I even got my eyebrows waxed. Yea. I went the distance. And I came home to two smiling kids with full tummies, ready for bed.

Nice.

I still love her.

But I’m going to replay the video.

Word.

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Why I hate taking my kids to the park

October 17, 2012 in Becoming Less Dumb, Kidlens, Life Lessons, Motherhood

Note: I started this post over a week ago, when my husband was home and had gone to the park with me. He had Addy and I had Arden. But since he’s been gone, I’ve gone to a park with both children, on my own, and I am even more of a total basket case. But I still go because it’s better for me to be a basket case and to get them out of the house than to not go at all…it still sucks though. And I’m open to suggestions on how to make it easier.

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Yesterday we went for a picnic at a park. Arden LOVES this park – and I do, too. However, it turns me into a nervous wreck.

There’s a huge wooden structure that replicates a castle. Inside the castle are turns and small openings. It’s really not that complicated, once you explore it a couple of times, but I’m sure it makes the kids feel like they’re really getting somewhere. At the top of the castle is a slide – that’s the only way to get down from the top. Otherwise, there are four exits at the bottom, and if the child exits from any of those, there are multiple other areas of the park they’re directed. This knowledge turns my stomach upside down.

Luckily, I can fit easily through the tiny doorways and “halls” of the castle, so I can go with Arden to keep an eye on him. But my stress level rises when he wants to go down the slide because I know I can’t make it to the bottom of the slide in time to meet him there (however, uh, I just though – why don’t I just go down the slide after him?? I’m an idiot…) Am I a freaking nut or what?

At one point I decided that maybe it was best to stay by the slide and wait for him to get all the way up the castle and back down again. So that’s what I did. But on about the sixth run, he didn’t come back down the slide – just as I had feared. So then a fearful decision needed to be made: Do I continue to wait by the slide, or do I go into and up into the castle to try and find him? Or, better yet, do I go to the other side of the castle to look for him in case he had ventured off into another corner of the park – and risk not being at the bottom of the slide if he just lolly-gagged his way up this time? Keep in mind, there are a lot of other children and parents at this park – it’s very popular.

I shuffled back and forth near the slide for a few seconds, desperate to find sight of him. I had to really try and contain myself. I wanted to scream for him, scream his name but I just couldn’t. Instead, I took off and hurriedly wound through the structures trying to take in the details of every child I saw, trying to weed him out. The longer it took to find him, the more scared I became. I knew I would find him, but the thought kept nagging me, what if I didn’t?

Finally, I found him, crossing a “bridge” outside of the castle. I grabbed him and got kneeled down and tried to tell him that I’d been looking for him. I had told him before letting him go into the castle by himself that he was only to go up to the top and down the slide and I was trying to scold him, make him understand that he’d disobeyed me and that I was scared because I couldn’t find him. He was OBLIVIOUS. Completely oblivious.

Ugh. What do you do? Immediately take him out of the park and go home? What’s the protocol here? I’m not opposed to doing that – I know that sometimes you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet but really, is that what I should do?

Am I to blame for being so scared someone could take him, even though chances are no one will? Or, is he to blame because he didn’t listen and do exactly as I had instructed him? He’s only three and a half, mind you. Was I asking too much from a three-year old?

Ugh.

This is why I hate going to the park. I am a nervous wreck. When Addy is with me I am so afraid that she’ll fall through a slat, bonk her head going down the slide, or fall off of a ladder. I can’t wait until they’re old enough that I can, if I want to, just sit on a bench and watch them play. When the only thing I’ll have to worry about is having a good view.

Maybe I shouldn’t say “I can’t wait”. That time will be here before I know it.

I really need a vacation.

Word.

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Ten things I’ve been up to lately

October 17, 2012 in Lists

Just wanted to jump on real fast and give you guys the skinny on my whereabouts. My husband has been out of town for a while so, needless to say, by the time I get a chance to tap something out on my blog, I have only enough brain power and energy to lift the glass of wine to my lips and push the buttons on the t.v. remote. I am so fried at the end of the day.

But, in spite of my husband’s absence (truthfully, BECAUSE of his absence) there are a few fun things going on around here. I’d like to share them with you:

1. We bought a new (to us) minivan. Wa-hoooo! It’s so awesome! Even Arden says, “Mom, I LOVE my new minivan!” And he corrects me when I tell him to get in the car. He’ll say, “No, Mom, it’s a minivan”.  Whatever, Kid, just get in.

2. I signed up for two online classes, Accounting Fundamentals and Personal Finance. I’m hoping that the accounting class will help me understand and organize a little better my bookkeeping for our business. I’ve only been doing this for seven years. I should have taken a class a long time ago!

3. I signed Arden up for a swim class – something I’ve wanted to do forever but I’ve just never gotten around to doing. I also signed him up for an indoor track and field instructional activity – I’m just trying to get out and give him a chance to run off some energy. He’s getting a bit of an attitude and I’m hoping that by giving him something to do, it’ll help.

4. I’m trying to get outfits arranged for my twelfth attempt at portraits for the kids. Okay, maybe “twelfth” is exaggerating but only slightly. I have gotten portrait clothes for the kids so many times and then let time get away from me…Addy hasn’t had portraits done since she was three months old. When Arden was little, I had him at the studio every three months!! NO joke! Our hallway is filled with picture frames. Seriously, it looks like a shrine to Arden because 85% of the pictures are of him. It’s so bad. There is not ONE SINGLE PICTURE OF ADDY – and she is fifteen month old!! But I’m gonna do it this time. Seriously.

No. Seriously.

5. I finally got 2011 taxes done!! I’m so excited – and I just can’t hide it – I’m about to lose control and I think I like it!! It only took ten months!! (See why I say I’m hoping the Accounting class will help? I have GOT to do something different.)

6. It’s finally starting to get chilly enough that I can wear those boots I bought last year at the end of the season! That’s the only good thing about the weather changing. Do you have any idea how much I hate winter?? You can’t see me but I’m smiling sarcastically. I’m so super psyched. Not. But the boots…now there’s something I can look forward to.

7. I enrolled Arden in a preschool program in the local school district. He doesn’t start until the end of the month but I’m really excited to see how it goes – and he’s excited to do something new. Though he’s doing just fine at his daycare/preschool, I am looking forward to his being in an environment with a strategic curriculum…you know what I’m saying. It’ll only be two days away, as opposed to the three days a week where he is now, but I think it will be great. Plus, it’s a co-op, which means that I will have to do volunteer work occasionally. I LOVE that. It’ll give me a chance to get involved, to know what he’s doing, how the class is arranged – just know what he’s up to. I LOVE that. (I say that now…I’m not sure I’ll LOVE that past the first couple of volunteer days).

8. I got to take Arden to the circus – like, the real CIRCUS! The Barnum & Bailey Circus. It. Was. So stinking cool! So here’s the deal: because I waited too long to buy tickets (I am out of the loop, guys) there weren’t any decent cheap seats left so I splurged and got us some seats close to the floor. I was sort of conflicted about this because I felt like I was wasting good money but I have to tell you it was awesome. Will I get the front row seats again? Hmmm, probably not. But, it was pretty cool being that close to the action.

I only remember going to the circus a couple of times as a kid but I had so much fun that I couldn’t wait to take my kids when they got old enough. It was such a blast. We took the light rail downtown to see the show, which is always fun, and I didn’t have to piddle around with traffic. It was so awesome.

9. And last but not least…I booked plane tickets for ME, MYSELF and I, to fly back home to see my sister for our birthday!! Oh yea! OH yea! I don’t think we’ve had an opportunity to spend our birthday together since I moved away. And I’m sure I don’t need to tell you how much I need to get away for a while (don’t we all?), especially after having my husband gone for so long. I need to get the hell outta here! I am so super psyched. Seriously.

No. Seriously.

10. Hmmm…I’m trying hard to think of number ten. But I got nothin. I’m lame.

So anyway, there you go. I’ll try to come up with something good to write about soon.

Until then…word.

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This is the crap I have to put up with…

October 2, 2012 in Hardy-har-har

The other day I took Addy in for her fifteen month well-baby visit. Her doctor said that she’s in the tenth percentile for her height and weight. Wh-wh-what!? She eats like a HORSE – no joke – beans, hay…a little alfalfa when times are good.

Alright. Seriously, TENTH percentile. Then she followed that up quickly by saying that she wasn’t concerned at all, however, because it was obvious that Addy is active, smart and right on track. It looked like she has remained consistent with her size since birth, and that’s the important thing. Whew! Reliiiief! Okay, seriously, I wasn’t really concerned at all. I’m little, I’ve always been little – well I DID have a period a few years ago right after I turned the big 3-0 when we were traveling a lot and eating mostly take-out, but… I WOULD have been concerned if they told me that I needed to start trying to pack some pounds on her. But you never know what a doctor is gonna say (Ex.see this post by one of my favorite bloggers).

My husband and I were talking about the tenth percentile thing a couple days later and listen to the kind of crap I have to put up with:

Me: …I mean, tenth percentile? I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem that she’s THAT much smaller than other babies her age. But I guess…look at me. I mean, I’m not that big…

Neil: (Laughing) She’s gonna be in the tenth percentile for her height and weight but in the eighty-fifth percentile for her hip size.

FunnyMan…Yea. FunnyMan in the house.

 

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Don’t rush to kiss the boo-boos

September 30, 2012 in Becoming Less Dumb, Hardy-har-har, Kidlens, Life Lessons, Motherhood

A couple of evenings ago, we set out for a walk around the ‘hood. We invited our cute little six-year-old neighbor friend along. The kids were riding their bikes about two houses down and then purposely falling over into someone’s yard. They’d giggle for a bit and then get back on their bikes and do it all over again.

Finally we made it home and wouldn’t ya know it, that’s when Arden fell over on accident, scratching up his palms. He held them up to me, whaling, summoning me to come look. I instinctively went to him, pulled a palm to my lips and lightly gave it a kiss.

“Blauck! Arden, your hand stinks!” I exclaimed.

Our little friend quickly revealed the source if the smell, “He fell in dog poop.”

Whoa! Way to go, Me!

Let my mistake be a lesson to you…don’t be so quick to kiss the boo-boos. They’ll survive…you might not.

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I sit because he loves me

September 29, 2012 in Hardy-har-har, Motherhood

(Arden sits on the potty. I am doing chores in another room nearby.)

Arden: Moooooom, come in here. I want you to sit in here with me.

Me: Why do you need me to sit in there with you, Buddy?

Arden: Cuz I love you so, so much.

Wow. How can you say No to that?

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Boy meets razor

September 24, 2012 in Kidlens, Life Lessons, Motherhood

I knew it would happen one day. But I still wasn’t prepared when it finally did happen.

It’s awful.

Just awful.

His hair. His pretty blonde hair.

The CutWhacked.

It looks like he got into a fight with a cat. Make that three cats… and a honey badger.

Ugh.

And it’s so obvious.

He took to his father’s clippers – the kind that beauticians use to clean up the back of the neck – and zipped off a clump of hair right on the top of his head, in a spot on the side, and then a very, very visible spot in the back.

Here’s how brainless I can be: I saw a patch of straight blonde hair next to my bathroom sink…I honestly thought nothing past this thought, “Huh…I didn’t realize Neil’s hair had gotten that long (side note: he’s practically bald). Wait a minute – his hair isn’t that light….Oh! There’s my fingernail clippers – I thought I had lost those….” I wasn’t privy to the cutting incident until I caught sight of the light patch on the back of Arden’s head after he insisted on being “line leader” on the way to the car that day. Gah. And so after Dr. Obvious informed me that my son had cut his hair, my first thought was, “Well, I’m just going to have to get the rest of it cut off.” What?? No way! Sanity followed quickly and I was immediately prepared to take on the critical looks from other parents. I deserve it. I trusted my son, out of my sight for ten minutes. Shame on me.

At least it was just his hair.

Ugh.

 

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Damn that Long Island Medium

September 23, 2012 in Life Lessons, Motherhood, Past is Passed, Pregnancy

Here I am, sitting here watching Long Island Medium, one of my favorite shows. Now I don’t care if you believe or not because you either do, or you don’t. I don’t really care. But I believe.

When I hear Theresa Caputo talk to someone about their loss of an infant it makes me wonder about all the losses that I have suffered; could all of those souls be waiting for me when I pass? When she transfers a message from an infant in language typical of a young adult, it makes me wonder, when does a soul even originate? Could those little “people” who I brushed off as a sad but normal part of life actually be waiting for me on the other side?

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve had five losses. I have two beautiful children who drive me somewhat batty but whom I want to kiss twelve times a night…but I had several losses before them…and I was never sure what sort of lamenting those losses were due. I always tried to keep it in perspective, that losses happened to many, many women but it was something that was rarely discussed. My sorrow was primarily dedicated to the loss of time…the fact that I would have to start all over, and how much time did I have left? Were things ever going to get better?

Sorry to share something so depressing but it was just on my mind so I thought I would quickly share it.

Word.

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One of those days

September 19, 2012 in Anger Inducers, Becoming Less Dumb, Kidlens, Life Lessons, Motherhood

Oh my gosh it’s been one of those days – and it’s not even over.

All day I’ve been sort of on the edge. My stomach has been clenched and I just feel like I’m going to crumble. I have to share my day with you.

I got up a little early because I had a lot to do this morning. We had a new employee coming over to fill out paperwork and I needed to be ready with both kids to take Arden to his preschool. In addition, I was meeting with a lady to try and sell some of baby things that I don’t need anymore – trying to get a little fun money.

I got out the door late, but who cares, at least I was out the door. Got over to Arden’s preschool and as soon as I spotted some of his classmates I looked up to see that the teacher accompanying them was not the teacher who had just started less than a week ago and whom Arden fell in love with right away. There has been constant turnover at that school since Arden started and he does not do well when there is change. So far, we’ve been able to get him comfortable through each change, but not without a lot of reassurance and listening to a lot of, “Mommy, I don’t want to go to school.” (Mind you, he only does this when there is a new teacher.) But this morning was a turning point. I’m over it.

I looked over at the administrator and said, “Uh, what’s the deal? What’s going on with his teacher?”

She replied, sincerely, “Oh, I am SO sorry (I had told them all about his love for this new teacher that is now gone) but Ms. Carmen had a disabled adult son to take care of and just couldn’t stay with us.”

Damn, I thought. She went on to say that she was doing interviews and was trying to find a permanent teacher for his class and maybe we could put him in Ms. Amelia’s class since she was a permanent teacher.

Over my dead body. That woman is a total bitch. I don’t want her near him. “Uh, that’s okay. I’ll just keep him with me,” I said, “and  we’ll see how it goes on Friday.” Now, I really do like the school. It’s been a wonderful experience for him, aside from the whole nap trauma (the one where we learned that naps cause him terrible anxiety to the point where I wonder if he needs to be on antidepressants…okay, not THAT bad but you get the idea).  I hate to make a change but this turnover crap is ridiculous. I mean, I’m not stupid, I know there’s going to be people coming and going – particularly in the price range I can afford, but come on! I think it’s time to get serious about finding another place, as much as I hate to.

Okay, so then we hit the highway to meet this lady. I had agreed to meet her in the middle because she lived an hour away and I felt bad that she was going to have to drive that far. Plus I thought there might be a better chance that she would buy from me if I put a little effort into meeting her and I am pretty eager to get rid of this stuff. Well, she did buy from me, just not enough to justify spending the money in gas getting to her and the hassle of dealing with the kids while we stood at my car (actually my friend’s car but we’ll get to that). Okay, fine. So we’re done with that and head back home. Lesson learned.

On the way home, Arden mentions something about going to the park. Yea. Okay, I thought. I’ve been so busy the last few days that I haven’t gotten to spend good time with the kids so it would fun to hang at the park a bit. However, by this time it was time for Addy’s nap and so I made a deal with Arden that we would go this place we call ”The Toy Place” after Addy woke up from her nap. And then I think, oh wouldn’t it be fun to invite one of Arden’s neighbor friends to go with us so I got on the phone with her grandmother.

While on the phone with her, I got into telling her about the daycare dilemma. And during this conversation, the kids started screaming and crying in the back seat and wouldn’t stop, so I had to end the call. This chaos had only ended seconds before we turned down a street in our neighborhood and I thought I spotted a neighbor/friend. I was kind of staring at her so that if she saw me (in this strange car) I could wave at her. Just as I passed her I saw a vehicle backing out of their driveway and I had to crank the car to the left to swerve out of the way! The other car’s tail-end was sticking into the street before they stopped. As I looked in my rearview, a little shaken, I saw the driver’s hand waving out the window as if to say, “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Funny, because I was thinking the same about him! I started berating him out loud and usually when this happens I have no control over the words that come out. But this time, thank goodness, I was able to think ahead far enough that nothing regrettable came out of my mouth. Ugh. The bastard. (I did have the right of way, right?)

So anyway, we got home and put Addy down. When she got up we fumbled our way out the door. But I had noticed that my friend’s oil light would flicker on and off intermittently. Great. And when I couldn’t get a hold of her, my husband suggested that I take her car to the place she gets her oil changed and have them check it and top it off if necessary. So just before I got onto the highway, I crossed two lanes to get turned in the direction of the Jiffy Lube. Got there and in record time they were able to get the car taken care of – without even getting my kids out of the car (Historically, I’ve hated Jiffy Lube but this visit made me question that.)

And finally we were on our way to “The Toy Place”. We were about two minutes away from pulling into the parking garage when I looked into the rearview to see Arden’s head cranked to the side and his eyes closed. Great. He’s fallen asleep. Freaking perfect. This means that whatever outing we were on has abruptly ended. So I continued on past the parking garage and headed home. On the way home, Addy began to cry several times, surely because she was hungry. By this time it was now about 1:30 and the kids had only breakfast to eat. I was planning to stop somewhere and grab a bite, take it to a park and while Arden napped in his carseat, Addy and I would play and eat right by the car. But forget that idea because I just knew that wherever I went I would have to listen her cry throughout the whole ordering process, so I just continued toward the house – listening to her cry.

Unfortunately, my fuse was short from the time I woke up this morning and this crying was seeping into every crevice of my being – and inflating.  I. Could. Not. Handle. It. I turned up the music hoping to get her sidetracked and when that didn’t work I continued to turn up the music. And when that didn’t cover the sound of her screaming I lost it…and I started screaming. Which woke up Arden and he promtly started yelling at Adalei to stop crying. “STOP CRYING I DON’T WANT TO LISTEN TO IT!” He yelled.

Oh great. Now I’ve dug this hole much, much deeper. Good going, Mom.

At that point I pretty much left the music loud and watched the kids scream from the rearview mirror. I’m not proud of myself, mind you, that’s just the way things went. I slid into my driveway with both kids still sniffling and Guns N’ Roses on the radio. My friend has one of those radios that keeps playing after you turn the car off until you open the door so when I thrust the door open, the music was surely audible for a good two to three seconds. I shut the car door and leapt to the front door and exclaimed, out loud to myself, “Great. This was a colossal f’ng failure!!” Except I said the real “f” word. Then, after unlocking the front door and whipping around to let get the kids out of their car seats, I made eye contact with my centenarian neighbor. She was sitting in her car, eyeballing me through her open window.

Fabulous. Did I mention she’s very pristine and perfect? Great. She’s probably sitting in her car trying to recall the number to the city’s ordinance division to have a cop come out and site me for noise pollution and possible child endangerment.

Bring it, Lady!!

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And now, after the kids are to bed…

Sigh.

Well, yea, so it was one of those days. It quickly got calm once I got Adalei thrown into her high chair and tossed a broken banana onto her tray. She was immediately pacified.

And I dangled a lunch size container of ravioli into Arden’s line of vision and he was quickly mesmerized into silence.

It doesn’t take much sometimes…just a mother with food.

Whoo!

Glad this day is over.

Bottoms up!!

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I’ll take a pretzel dog with that grope, please

September 16, 2012 in Anger Inducers, Hardy-har-har

Ok, so check it out:

Yesterday I ran over to Costco to get a prescription filled for my sick little midget Addy Cat…that girl…good grief…

But anyway, as I waited for the prescription, I went over to the clothing section – a part I usually try to avoid because bulk clothes like that make me feel like I’m at a swap meet, like if I look to my left and right I’ll find  tables covered in leather wallets and Cinderella blankets. However, I was in the market for some pajamas for Addy since the girl is growing like a weed. Would you believe they had zipper sleepers – my favorite? I couldn’t believe it – I LOVE THAT PLACE! So here I am, picking through the stacks looking for 18 Months (even though Addy’s only fourteen months – isn’t that crazy?). Just minding my own business, trying to enjoy some time away from the children, doo-di-doooo, just looking for some 18 Months here – and up comes an older lady to my left. The first stack she thumbs through is, like, less than a foot away from where I’m digging. Huh, I thought. I’m not really comfortable being this close to a stranger unless they’re trying to save my life or something…but whatever. Deep breath. But ten seconds later she…she…unbelievable…she…takes to thumbing through the stack IMMEDIATELY in front of me. And by immediately in front of me, I mean she was brushing my abdomen with her paw, the freaking grizzly!

I turned to look at her, with this look like, Are you freaking kidding me?? And she said, “Oh! I’m sorry…” but yet she didn’t move back, she only moved her hand back to the too-close-for-comfort position it was in when she first came up. I looked into the distance, obviously annoyed, kinda fidgeted with my lips a bit not sure what to do…gave it a good 4-5 seconds, and then picked up the sleepers I had put to the side (hoping for the right size in a cuter print), put them in my cart and strolled away.

I was like, What. The. Eff? People! I mean, I knew going to Costco on a Saturday was tempting fate but come on! I had expected to get run over by oblivious moms, or the children of oblivious moms, because you know, Saturday means Free Sample Day and every family of four or more is at the Costco eating their lunch of pretzel dogs and yogurt. But to be groped by a middle-aged bespeckled brunette! I didn’t know whether to seek counselling or shake the lady’s hand and stroll outside for a smoke.

And the funny thing I do after an incident that has required me to find the nerve to be snitty to someone (whether or not they sense my snittiness isn’t the point), I feel the desire to be extra courteous to everyone else, just to prove to myself and everyone around me that I’m not normally a bitch. (See this post from a couple of years ago, it’s a memorable one to me.) So that’s pretty much what I did for the rest of my shopping excursion, wandered around smiling at everyone, allowing them to cut me off or cart block me without a bit of snittiness. I even let the Asian lady behind me in line get within two inches of me near the card reader (much after I had swiped), so close she could probably read my mind had she been able, but obviously she wasn’t able, because she stood firm. That’s okay, I thought. I’m doing my best post I-just-got-slightly-snitty-with-another-human-but-I’m-normally-very-kind-and-peaceful act.

Then I came home to a runny-nosed, coughing, little over-sized fourteen month old girl with two new zipper sleepers. And to think, I just got groped and I didn’t even get a pretzel dog dinner first. Dang!

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