Fun Times

Yesterday started out so good I KNEW something was going to happen. Rick had to close last night so he didn't go in till 1. We hung out with him till he had to go to work, then we had lunch. After we cleaned up we dug out all the Halloween decorations and dusted them off and headed outside. Two hours later the front porch looked spooktacular; we even put a creepy face on the tree outside with a kit from the Dollar Store. I really get into decorating for holidays-it is so fun and a great way to have a nice time with all the kids. It gives moms a good reason to act like a kid.
I should take pictures....

We went inside to change clothes so we could go to Publix. We got back home very late Friday night from a week in Orlando and we needed to re-stock the house. The plan was for me to shop, then Rick would take his lunch break and we would already be there to eat with him.

We pulled into a spot-a really good spot!-and I was trying to get all the kids out before the car got too hot. Of course Sarah was jumping around acting like a fool and when I opened the door she fell out onto the pavement. Into a pile of freshly spat out chewing tobacco. Nice. My luck I would park and have my kid fall out into the pile of some nasty dude's dip...come on! If you're going to have such a dirty habit carry a cup so innocent children don't fall into it!!

Shopping went as smoothly as it ever goes with three kids in tow. When we got to the checkout I had the same sinful thought I have every single trip to the store: "I want to strangle whoever puts these displays of candy and gum right here..." Of course it was madness-kids flowing out of the cart (they always seem like more than two children when they pull stuff like this...), hands grabbing anything within reach.....So I managed to get Patrick into the cart pretty easily; he was sitting in the seat. Sarah was a little more difficult, but a bribe worked. I finished putting my stuff on the moving belt thing, and I realized something was missing: a cannister of oatmeal. Patrick was gnawing on it and right as I said, "Patrick I need tha...." he got the plastic seal off. You know how oatmeal containers close? With a stupid flimsy round peice of cardboard that barely fits into top? Yeah well that useless lid popped open sending oats flying everywhere, all up Patrick's nose, all over the floor, Sarah's hair, the candy racks....everywhere. I especially felt bad for the lady standing behind us in line; she was very understanding. Sarah thought it was great-she was giggling and digging through the dust in the back of the buggy. Patrick and I just stood there looking equally shocked. I don't think he expected it to open. Poor Luke was stuck in the sling and I was trying to flick oatmeal off of his head without getting any into his eyes.

The cashiers know us there so no one even said anything, she just looked at the bag boy, whom looked over at one of the coordinators, whom pointed at us to another employee, whom promptly got a broom and dustpan along with a clean up cart. I mean how sad is that!? No words exchanged? No explaination?? Just a point???

Seriously, how badly do we need food? Sigh....badly enough to go back next week.