I held off eating the whole bag of Milano cookies though

Today was going to be an excellent day. I was going to take Miriam to a program at the library, go grocery shopping (and "other" shopping), come home, enjoy my evening. Sounds very simple on paper right?

First I have to find the library. While leaving I realize I missed a call from our pal, Sebastian, who is watching out for Miri and I while Bill is away. I resolve to call him back later, because I am focused on finding this library. Which I can't do. I turn around a couple of times before I "find" it. I turn into a complex that has a bunch of buildings, no parking spots, and small signs. I finally figure out the library was the building out front (lots of parking) and head that way. As I am getting Miriam out of the car - Bill calls! I answer my phone all ready to vent my steam (I'm frustrated about the extra 10 minutes I spent driving and am ready to blame it on Georgia being dumb, which is my current way of dealing with frustration) but it's NOT Bill. BILL accidentally left his phone somewhere at the shot show and someone is being really great about trying to find him. So here's me . . . trying to wrestle child out of car seat, while gentleman on the phone wants to give me his phone number to facilitate husband phone retrieval, still frustrated about "dumb" Georgia roads. It's all in a days work for a mommy I guess.

Library program is fun. Getting back into the car, I have this sneaking suspicion someone is talking about my rear-end sticking out. Turns out I am NOT crazy, as I stand up from buckling Miriam, two guys say hi as they are hopping into the neighboring car. Uh-hi (go away mack daddy). Then one of them says (as Miriam gets upset) "She's mad because she doesn't have me for a daddy." Uh -barf (die, scum of the earth.). Lucky for me they didn't stop the process of getting into their car during this exchange, so I didn't have to deal with them anymore.

On the way home I discover I can't stop by Costco for milk, I have no Costco card. I am exhausted when we get home for lunch but I still have to MAKE lunch and go GET milk, seeing as we are down to drops of milk (Thank goodness for payday). So I hand Miriam and myself a Milano cookie (or two) and get to it. Miriam does okay at Costco until the end when Mommy makes her give up the Costco pen so we can leave. Blood curdling Screaming ensues all the way home (except when Mommy is handing us pieces of blueberry). Now she's asleep. I'm ready to crash at 2:45pm. I can't bear the thought of struggling to get Miriam back into her car seat for another trip to the grocery store (Wal-Mart this time) - we can live on berries and milk until tomorrow right?

Except I must come into possession of a plunger for my toilet. I probably can't hold it that long.

(alright so I do have a second bathroom)

Thank heavens I am meeting Sebastian and his wife for lunch on Saturday. I think I am going to NEED it.