Pizza Night

Have you ever spent $144 at the grocery store and then ordered pizza for dinner? It's just been that kind of day. We didn't get a bit of school work done this morning and I don't even have a good excuse. We piddled around all morning. I did clean the kitchen, pay bills, and balance the checkbook. Then, I looked at the clock and it was time to leave for piano lessons (at least I remembered piano lessons this week). So I threw the kids in the van, ran through the bank, library, and post office and headed to piano lessons. Matthew was supposed to fall asleep in the van and get a little snooze. He didn't (this becomes important later).

We stopped at the grocery store on the way home. Matthew fell asleep precisely when I pulled into the parking lot. I had to wake him up. This is where the drama begins. We hadn't even put the first item in the cart before Matthew said, "I pee pee in my pants." And there he stood in a little yellow puddle in the aisle of Wal-Mart. Did I have extra clothes?? Of course not. He was just going to have to sit in his own filth. I made him ride in the buggy b/c that wide legged walk that comes from wet underwear was slowing me down (a sincere apology to the next person that uses that cart).

The kids were extremely well behaved while I picked out $144 worth of groceries and also tried to find the correct size of wiper blade for my van (tried being the key word there). So, while we were checking out, I grabbed a pack of gum for the older boys to split and a candy bar for me and Matthew. Have you ever seen a kid throw a fit when offered a candy bar? Matthew wanted gum and would not be distracted by the candy bar. He cried while we were checking out. He screamed when I put his coat on him. He threw a fit all the way out the door. He calmed down when we walked outside and I told him if he quit crying, he could share my candy. But when I broke it in half, he started screaming that overly tired baby scream. He apparently missed the 512 times I offered him half my candy bar.

He screamed half the way home... which is why I didn't feel like fixing dinner. It's exhausting to not throw a screaming baby out a moving vehicle. ;) I ordered the pizza while the good boys put the $144 worth of groceries away and the rotten baby watched Pooh Bear.