last night…i could have very easily been thrown in jail.  i could have had to call my parents from the police station…AGAIN!!!  chad is out of town, of course…and the reason why this would be the SECOND time my parents had to be called to come get me from a police station is totally beside the point.  the FIRST time…it wasn’t my fault.  i swear.  and i didn’t even get an MIP like the rest of my friends did that night.  so there.  i said it.

it took me until 5:00 in the afternoon to muster up the energy to go grocery shopping…which meant that 3 out of the 4 kids had to go with me.  we had nothing in the house for dinner…and 5:00 was as good a time as any to realize that something had to be done.

so…off we went.

but first, we had to stop at michael’s…a craft store.  this is where i decided that i would never take them to that place again.  that is where annslee lost a shoe.  and sadly…it wasn’t even HER shoe.  she had put her sister’s shoes on before we left and i failed to catch it.

so…she tantrumed her way through most of the store…shoes flippin’ and floppin’ all over the place.  she was insisting on pushing the cart by “mywelf” and she couldn’t even see where she was going.  so…she would just run into things.  or people.  and she would scream a blood curtling scream every time i would try to help her.  and her sho kept coming off…causing her to sit down in the middle of the store…screaming…”MY YOU…MY YOU…WAIT…MY YOU CAME OFF!!!”

this is when a normal person would have cut their losses, picked up mcdonald happy meal’s and headed the heck out of dodge.

but not me.

no siree.

i can handle target with one hand tied behind my back.

plus…we didn’t have anything for breakfast or lunch today either.

so…it wasn’t until we arrived at target that i realized that annslee was missing a shoe.  it must have fallen off in the parking lot.  so…she was barefoot.  and that meant she had to ride in the cart.