Screaming baby, whining toddler, and hungry mama: the perfect storm. Or so it felt during today’s attempt to quickly run errands.
Quickly? Oh, it is to laugh!
These days, no errand is complete without at least one trip to the bathroom. More than one store? That’s fine! My toddler will “need” to potty at all of them. Which may explain why a trip through three local businesses took over two-and-a-half hours.
Today’s final WC interlude involved reminding my daughter none-too-gently that we don’t smear our hands on the floors of public restrooms… and that, should we have the misfortune to ignore this rule, we should certainly wash up before touching our face, mouth, and eyes.
Alas, my reminders were in vain.
My cruel attempts to keep Sweet Pea from contracting the plague resulted in a stormy fit of weeping. Not to be outdone, Shark began an ear-piercing infant tantrum. The noise crescendoed after we buckled ourselves into the car and waited… and waited… and waited…
(Evidently the lady idling in her SUV behind us was waiting for a primo parking spot. Perhaps she sensed my death glare, because after four freaking minutes she finally moved on.)
And then we got going. But wait! What’s this? Road construction traffic, of course–because the day needed only this! Shark’s screaming reached a new octave. I grit my teeth and drove, thinking only to get home and escape my theoretically adorable children.
What I should have been doing was judging the speed of all that traffic more accurately. Because, yes, I got caught in the intersection by a red light camera.
So today’s little trip through the inner circles of Hell is going to be a gift that keeps on giving. After all, who doesn’t want a $124 ticket as a souvenir of suffering?