We had no less than ten trillion errands to run this morning. Okay, well, I guess THREE would be a little less than ten trillion, but STILL. With two little people who may or may not have been in a good mood, may or may not be fighting colds and may or may not have decided today is the day to test that whole obedience rule thing, it might as well be ten trillion.

Especially when the mother of said children has been rather, shall we say, emotional for a few days–a condition with a cause that may or may not be rooted in real life circumstances and may or may not have to do with the, AHEM, time of the month.

But when the three year old has to launch a search party because there isn’t a single solitary roll of toilet paper to be found in any cupboard or on any roll in the whole entire house AND when the search was conducted YESTERDAY, all risks are considered worth the outcome.

I’m happy to say we made it to the doctor’s and the post office without event. Actually, better than that. We were all smiling sweetly and obeying promptly and speaking gently. The teller/helper/worker person at the post office even made a comment about how well behaved the boys were AND gave them stickers because of it.

I admit it. I felt smug. And a twinge of self-righteousness entered my heart as I recalled the way Merritt had said his ABC’s in line while Troy smiled contentedly beside me whilst holding my hand and humming “Jesus Loves the Little Children.”

I know, it makes me want to throw up, too.

(And get this: I wore an full, ankle-length jean skirt today, too. I put it on because the air felt a tiny bit like fall outside and I do like the skirt, but I’m convinced it contributed to all the sweetness and such. Just sayin. Because that’s the way it works, right?)

After making Stop 1 and Stop 2, we took a collective deep breath and headed over to Stop 3. Namely, the new Super Wal*Mart.

Let me just say this.

Super Walmart? NOT a fan. The end.

BUT, it’s very close to home and actually about the same price as the commissary on base AND, as intended, I can get me some TP, powder make up, fall decor, and groceries, still only making my way through one checkout stand. When the mama’s emotional and the kiddos are tired, that’s sayin’ somethin’.

And it was already 12:30pm, which meant that not only was lunch late, but now naps were going to be late, and kangaroos will hop joyously wild and free in the middle of Alaska before I forgo naptime.

So we loaded up in a cart and made our way to the “normal” side of the Wally World before heading over to the grocery side. All we needed was a jug of milk and a box of Cheerios.

WELL now.

Upon arriving home, unloading the eleventy-billion bags from the truck and surveying the damage done, I sighed. And picked up my phone.

Text, from ME, to JOHN:

Lesson of the day: Never, ever let an emotional, PMS-ing girl go to the grocery at lunch time.

Text, from JOHN, to ME:

I think that sounds like we should have some good food at home right now.

Text, from ME, to JOHN:

If u call Lucky Charms, several individual sized things of Chinese food, box of egg rolls, potato bread, mac n cheese, frozen lasagna, fresh garlic bread, and corn dogs GOOD.

Text, from JOHN, to ME:

Yup. I do.

People, I don’t think my cupboards or fridge have ever–in five years of marriage–seen a box of Lucky Charms, frozen Chinese boxed stuff or corn dogs. EVER. I don’t even usually GO down the frozen food aisle. Also, I’ve been on a wonderful little diet-y thing and have finally been seeing some progress. Let’s just say none of these wonderful specimens were on the shopping list. Let’s just.

Then later, after dinner, I remembered that I’d left a few things off that texted list. The three–THREE!–bags of baking chips–chocolate, white chocolate and butterscotch, precisely.

John’s eyebrows nearly touched his widow’s peak while he coughed, laughed and asked what they were for… exactly?

That’s the problem. I’m not even sure. I think I had some notion of making pumpkin cookies, but being I didn’t buy any pumpkin…

I ate that Chinese for lunch. Or, about three bites of it, rather. I won’t fault the nice people who make those little Tai Pei boxes, given the tough economic times and all, but last time I checked, beef and broccoli usually contained at least one piece of beef. Just my experience.

But I did eat an egg roll. Or two. And maybe a handful or three or five of Lucky Charms.

And then promptly began feeling too sick to even smell the frozen lasagna and garlic bread I stuck in the oven a couple hours later.

Glutton for punishment, much?

Please tell me I’m not the only one.

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