The other morning I woke up grouchy and unmotivated, and unfortunately the girls woke up with the same shortcomings. I suppose I should have gotten us all up and out the door to change our moods, but instead we hung out here at home, our moods festering.
By the time lunchtime came and I realized I hadn't yet gone to the store to get more bread, things were not pretty. Now I was grouchy (although, a little less grouchy), unmotivated and hungry. So when we should have been eating lunch, we piled into the car to get bread and lunch meat. So much for planning ahead!
With two girls in tow and three empty stomachs we arrived at the store and I was determined to make it a quick trip.
Is it ever a quick trip when shopping with little kids? Come to think of it, is anything quick with little kids?
We made our way through produce, shouting the names of fruits and veggies over our growling stomachs and headed to the deli.
And, oh yeah, we might have picked up a few things along the way.
At check out, my growling stomach turned as I unloaded the cart. Pringles. Oreos. Twizzlers. Ice cream. Popsicles. Dr. Pepper.
Oh yeah, and bread and lunch meat.
I turned to Addie and said, "Wow! We sure got a lot of junk today!"
The lady behind us smiled and said, "Don't feel bad - with two kids along, you're lucky to get out of here at all!"
I laughed, "Well, they say never to go shopping when you're hungry, and we're all starving!"
"Oh!" the lady exclaimed. "It can't get much worse, can it?!"
At this point, I stepped out from behind the cart and pointed at my ever-expanding tummy and said, "Yep! I'm pregnant!"
She howled with laughter and said, "Oh no! You never had a chance!!!"
No lady, I didn't. And the Oreo crumbs around my mouth at 8:00 this morning proved it.