It started this morning when I woke up, realizing we had a half hour before our appointment for our return to school hair cuts. Okay, this isn't so bad, except is takes 20 minutes to drive to Mattoon were I had made our appointments. That left 10 minutes for four people to get ready. Suddenly, I realized that I'd let my oldest son stay over at a friend's house last night. Cool, only three people to get ready in 9 minutes now.
No time for breakfast, I promised we'd have a good lunch. oops!
My husband was suppose to meet us for lunch. He calls and says he's tied up at work and can't make it. Could I please stop and pick something up for him and bring it back. Not problem, but I only had 10 dollars left after hair cuts, no way is that going to buy four lunches. I can only afford his lunch. I promised the kids a really good dinner. oops!
I grab his lunch (requested Cracker Barrel) and we head for home. When we get home, he's not home, and the fish he wanted from Cracker Barrel is coagulating and congealing. I pop it into the microwave and try to melt the grease back into the fish. It works! He finally makes it home to eat, saying the fish just doesn't taste quite right. (Well, if he had been home when he was supposed to be, maybe the fish wouldn't have been funky!) He eats it, and I provided McDonald's for the kids, real gourmet food there, but no time. School registration, this was supposed to be done last week, but I never made it. Now they're calling me and telling me I have to do it today!
Spent the afternoon registering kids. Too Much Fun! 300 dollars later, I can now no longer afford the great dinner I was going to feed the kids (I'd promised twice today, failed both times.)
Meatloaf night! The kids' absolute favorite meal in the whole world *not*! And I have to go to the store, don't even have everything I need for meatloaf.
At the store while we're checking out, my daughter says, "Hey Mom, what's that?"
I don't know what's she talking about. So I ask, "What are you talking about?"
She points in the air, "That over there, what's that, it kind of looks like the factory in Jumanji."
I still have no clue, I'm looking around the store, glancing at the walls to see if there's picture up that I missed. "I don't know what you talking about."
Now, a very young girl walks up to the cashier who's ringing up our purchases. The cashier bends down and the very tiny girl whispers "where's the...at?" The cashier can't hear her, she steps away from the register taking the small girl with her, and she bends down and listens more intently, this teenie girl whispers again..... and finally the cashier can hear her. And tries to give her directions which she does not understand, and I'm thinking, who sent this child with a handful of change into the store by herself????
By this time, I'm starting to get testy. It's been a long day, I don't have dinner ready, the house is still a mess, and don't forget, I'm broke.
My daughter says again pointing into the air, waving in a general direction, "That over there, can't you see that?"
"NO I CAN'T, WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" I yell, not at the top of lungs, but pretty close.
Well, this gets half the people in the store's attention, as well as the cashier who looks up at me questioningly. The tiniest girl in the world who is totally too young to be in the store by herself shrinks back away, scrunches up her face, clearly terrified of the woman screaming at the girl by the register.
Oh crap, did I just yell that, is my immediate thought. Yep, you did, my subconscious screams back at me.
Now, my daughter who is laughing at all of this, cracking up, shakes her head.
The cashier looks up at me and says, "Uh?" I can tell she's a little pissed, I've frightened the little girl now hiding behind her. I can feel the blood rushing to my face.
My daughter yells across the store, "That okay, she's talking to me."
Now totally freaking embarrassed, I pay for my groceries. My daughter grabs our purchases and we hurry out of the store.
She still cracking up, she points and says, "That building Mom, what did that brick building used to be?"
I look at her and say, "Why did you say you were looking out of the window, across the parking lot, at a building. I thought you were looking at a poster or a picture, asking what is was!!" Now, I'm cracking up. I've embarrassed myself in front of 2/3's of the town. And I realize that I can't go home, I've forgotten toilet paper and I have to go back into the store much to my mortification.
Just another day in the life of a small town woman.