Don't Ignore the Signs!

This is blog post #2 for the day, but I had to tell you all a fun little story. We needed a new toaster. The one we had was the one we got for our wedding 9 years ago. It's finally had the green twinkie and continually burns EVERYTHING we try to toast. I decided that today was the day for our new toaster. I was so caught up in my quest for a new toaster that I paid no attention to all of the signs of the universe telling me that today was not a good day to go to the store. I told Khursten we were heading to the store to buy a new toaster and she burst into tears. She and her best pal had much better plans for today. (Sign #1) As I was dealing with Khursten's tears, Audrey got out the pitcher of raspberry guava juice and decided to try and drink straight from it. This of course led to her taking a raspberry guava bath. (Sign #2) I went up and changed Audrey and finally got all three girls buckled into the car. I closed the door behind them and wooops! I closed my shirt in the door. Didn't notice, of course, and started to walk away and rip, there goes my shirt. (Sign #3)

But being as determined as I was to get my new toaster, I kept pushing forward. We arrived at the store... everything was going fine until... OUCH! Some 90-year-old lady ran her cart right over my big toe bending the toenail back and snapping it off. I ran over to the conveniently placed roll of paper-towels, cleaned myself up, and off I went. I picked out a beautiful shiny new toaster and decided that the girls really needed new swimming suits for this wonderful warm weather we've been having. On my way to the swimming suits Audrey grabbed a tag from a shirt. I didn't notice she had a hold of it and kept pushing her in the cart and... OUCH! Huge paper cut. I run back over to the roll of paper towels and try to clean her up too. But of course the bleeding won't stop. I run up front to ask for a bandaid and they are completely out. Really? No bandaids? (Khursten later pointed out to me that I could have just gone and bought some. Too bad I didn't think of that) So I tell the girls that today may not be the day for new swimming suits. The look of sheer devastation in their eyes melts my heart and we head back over to start looking. I am trying my hardest to steer them in the direction of the nice one-piece swim suits that come with cute little cover-up shorts. They notice that the one-piece swimsuits are not nearly as brightly colored and beautiful as the skimpy, baby-sized, string bikinis on the next rack over. Time for a lesson in modesty. Meanwhile, Audrey's still crying and bleeding all over herself.

We finally make it up front to check out and what happens next? The registers go off-line and it's a 25 minute hand-written nightmare with one very done mommy, two very anxious and extremely silly girls, and one very sad Audrey.

Next time I think I'll pay closer attention to the signs.