Sunday, February 21, 2010
Out of milk. Fresh out of sanity.
You know what? We are out of milk. And you know why? You know why I didn't pick up milk at Wal-Mart yesterday when I was running errands for five hours with the four oldest kids so Danny could have a well-deserved nap since he'd only have to take care of the babies?
Wanna know WHY? Because I am a mean old mommy who refused to buy the $1.00 box of Sour Patch Kids for Bun resulting in him screaming for 15 minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES. Sure 15 minutes isn't a long time to peruse blogs or talk on the phone to your sister. And FlyLady likes to say you can do anything for 15 minutes. Well, she's right. Bun apparently can SCREAM loud enough for people that are six aisles away to hear and poke their heads out and look for fifteen minutes.
So what did I do? I high-tailed it out of there. I bought what was in my cart already: a package of black t-shirts for Danny to wear under his flight suit, a few casual-ish shirts for me to wear to church and when dropping off kids at school so the other mommies don't think I'm a hobo, and the bag of pretzel sticks I picked out before entering the dreaded candy aisle.
You know what other aisle I hate? The cereal aisle. There's always screaming in the cereal aisle. And it's not always my children doing it. I just nod knowingly to the other mean old mommies.
Sometimes I think about telling my kids when they ask why they can't have something, "It's because I'm a mean old mommy. I entered a pact with the other mommies when I became one that I would always say 'no' at the times you really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, want that box of [fill in the blank with sugar cereal or candy]."
P.S. Danny thought I should add in Bun's defense, it was very late. It was half an hour past his bedtime already. But still . . .