In the life of a stay-at-home mom, Fridays can be great… after all, you’re at the end of the work week. Fridays can also be bad for business … a final day of the week to “get through” before daddy is around for the weekend days.
The morning started out quite nicely. After a lovely morning visit from my fairy Godmother, Sue and her grandson, Cole, Barrett and I made our way to the nearest Hallmark store to collect cards and such for the upcoming Mom’s Day. I must start by saying that I should know by now that taking a two year old to Hallmark isn’t fair to the two year old. With so many bright colored cards calling his name, Barrett can hardly control his desire to open and shut every card within reach and we end up with cards stuffed in every nook and cranny in our wake. Additionally, Barrett wants to pick out the most random of cards for different occasions…so if I ever send you a “With Deepest Sympathy” card in celebration of your birthday, you’ll know why.
After snagging a handful of greetings and waiting nearly 10 minutes at the register, I found that my only source of payment had been left inside my purse which is still, inside my vehicle. I gathered Barrett {from the ground. ahem.} and we ran to the Jeep, grabbed the purse and headed back to pay. Upon completion, we headed out the door. As we stood at the curb, awaiting passing traffic, the Hallmark sack began to give and suddenly split in half. Yep… all seven cards and seven envelopes took off…swirling about the parking lot. I released Barrett’s hand from mine {just in case you’re about to dial CPS, he was still on the sidewalk} and followed the cards {of course it HAD to be another wiiiiiindy day} like a mad woman running haphazardly after the scattered papers. Two gentlemen came on the scene and assisted in chasing papers this way and that… two cars waited patiently as the debacle played out… Barrett, crying crocodile tears by this point, began yelling mommy! over and over. If you were lucky enough to be an onlooker, I’m sure I looked like a pregnant person playing Twister … one foot on the pink envelope, one hand on the Grandma card, one eye on my child, the other on traffic.
Luckily, due to the assistance of two very nice bystanders, we returned to the Jeep with 7 envelopes, 7 cards, 1 book, 1 roll of gold stamp stickers and 1 receipt to verify I, indeed had everything I brought.
Once I returned home, I called my mother to share the moment with her. As I did so, I opened the fridge, pulled out a jar of strawberry Jam and proceeded to drop it on the floor and shatter it to bits and pieces. The f bomb {yep. sorry, mom…and Barrett} flew out of my mouth, I shooed Barrett away from the scattered glass and hung up the phone.
Thank goodness for naptime. Thank goodness it’s Friday. This momma needs a mocktail.
