My Knight In Blue Jeans

Yesterday was one of those "Why me, God?" days. I had quite a few tasks to accomplish and had the kids with me (as if they would be anywhere else.) We drove 45 minutes to the doctor's office, in Upland, to have Ella's stitches removed. The kids fought the whole way down the hill. So I vetoed their request to stop for food. I said that their mouths were far too busy saying nasty things to be able to chew. Then, I gave in and stopped because I was starving, but they did not get to choose what I ordered for them. Ha, I showed them! (Well...kind of.)

Then we went to Target to pick up some card tables because the ones I had in my van mysteriously disappeared while we were in the doctor's office. Have you ever tried to shove folding tables into a cart while keeping a bunch of crabby kids within arm's length? Not fun...to say the least. Did I mention that my monthly visitor had just arrived and I forgot to bring any feminine products (in addition to a huge bottle of Midol?) My only goal was to get out of the store with all of the kids, two tables, some tampons and my sanity. Clearly, sanity was on its way out. Desperate times called for desperate measures. I used good ol' bribery tactics to keep the kids' behavior on the straight and narrow. Ella and Aiden decided that the straight and narrow was too boring and decided to waive their right to choose a small treat at the end of our trip. They did not realize until we were checking out at the register, that I was serious about them not receiving a treat and retaliated with a huge meltdown. Reed joined the bawl fest as soon as I uttered the words "No candy." There we were, with a cart full of card tables, three kids laying on the store floor and a crap load of people staring at us. Not the first time it has happened...not the last, I'm sure.

By the time we got back to the van, my nerves were shot. I was nervous about how Ladies' Night would turn out. I was stressed about some other stuff and listening to the ear splitting screeches of toddlers was not exactly helping the situation. On top of it all, it was almost time for Cherish and I to set up over at WineStyles. I was not even close to ready, had no clothes to wear and no time to drive back up the hill and down again. Lucky for me, I have a husband who knows when I'm about to snap and pulled up next to the van just before I got to that point. He took the kids, handed me the check card and told me to go buy a cute outfit. I went back into Target, alone this time and much more calm, found some clothes and composed myself. What would I do without such a wonderful man? He always saves me in the nick of time!