Battle Scars

I thought this morning would be a good time to check out Joe's while Brayden was in pre-school. Two kids are easier than three, right? A friend let me know that Joe's is having a great sale on remote control cars, 12.50, regularly $50! Great, I will get one for B's B-day in Sept. I drop B off at school and head to the store with the girls. It started out a little rough this morning. Ellie had a naughty twinkle in her eye, the second she woke up. She is due for some naughtiness, Dani has been at it for a long time now. Anyway, we walk into the store, one girl on each side of me holding hands nicely. I find a cart and the girls insist on sitting in the big, back part. I never let them, because I don't trust them to sit still, but I knew what I wanted and we wouldn't take long. They both cram into the back of the cart. We cruise down the aisle and they have a TON of the cars! I am thrilled, while I am looking, I turn around and both girls are STANDING in the cart. Not a huge surprise, so I tell them to sit on their bums, while an employee is glaring at us. I am trying to check out the cars because there are three different models, at this point the girls start SHRIEKING! Shrieking that is ringing my ears. I tell them to be quiet, (I am still using my patient mom voice). Then I try to load 3 cars into the cart. (One for B, and two for my nephews). These suckers are huge and only one will fit on the bottom of the cart. This is a problem.... I try to shove one into the cart with the girls, but they weren't having it. Great.... why would this be easy and quick? So while I'm trying to pry the boxes back out and bending into the cart, Ellie pulls back on the front seat and the whole thing smacks me on my lip. I instantly taste blood and almost fall to the ground. (this whole time the girls are screaming again). I gather up the damn boxes and march to the front of the store, while I'm sucking on my swollen lip. The guy at the register just stares at us, while we're walking up the aisle. Thank god it was early and not many people were in the store. He tries to be pleasant while I am trying to stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes, my lip HURTS! He was glad to see us go, and probably laughed the whole time I tried to juggle the boxes to the van with two screaming banshees!

The sacrifices moms make for a bargain! (My lip just has a huge gouge out of the inside, no bleeding now).