My two little ones and I took a trip to the grocery store-which in itself it rather insignificant. However, I bought a few things I hadn't planned on buying and I also decided to treat myself to a coffee. Flash forward to me pushing a double stroller with a baby in the front, groceries packed into every nook and cranny available in the second seat and in the storage area below the seats, four extra grocery bags in one hand and my coffee in the other. Add this scene to the many inches of snow which has fallen recently. As I try to push the stroller through the snow, my coffee spills out of the lid. I try again slower this time...which doesn't work because there isn't enough force to push through the snow and the halting again spills my coffee. Now as I begin to push again, the top bag of the groceries tips over. Cans roll everywhere. It's like a ridiculous scene out of a ridiculous movie. Clara begins to cry because it's so cold outside. I am starting to lose my cool (if I ever had any). I pick up the items off the ground and throw them into the bag, as if to punish them. As if the canned squash gives a crap. As if the groceries took a dive just to mess with me. I finally get everything straightened out. I realize that Clara has walked herself to the door. *Mental Note: Teach her to unlock the door* The sidewalk is bumpier than the drive and there is more coffee on my hand and my coat than in the cup now. If I hadn't paid 4 bucks for it, I would throw it across the lawn. I finally get to the door, and realize that there is a cup holder on the second seat that my coffee cup fits just perfectly in.
Nevermind. I'll fill all that empty space that's now in my coffee cup with Whiskey.
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