So today the hubby had two ceiling fans to hang, one of which belongs in the toy room. So I told him I’d take all 3 girls to Target in search of bean bag chairs and then swing by HomeDepot for some stain. This way they would get out of the house, have to do a lot of walking, and they would also be out of his way. This is a big thing because, honestly, I rarely take all my girls out by myself. The twins are 4 and M is 6. It can be a bit of an undertaking. Anyhow, Target was sold out of bean bag chairs so they managed to talk me into rain boots, rain coats, and crocs. The hubby and I just decided this morning that their old boots were completely trashed and weren’t salvageable. So we checked out and then I pushed the cart up to the Starbucks after my fix like a drunk with the shakes. The twins were strapped into the cart but I’m just talking away “you girls want a vanilla bean creme?” “M? how about you?” “M????” She is no where to be seen. Of course I start yelling for her thinking she’s behind someone nearby. Nope. Then I see her through the glass outside the store! She had followed someone in a similar sweater to mine out of the store and was wondering around after realising what went wrong. I ran out of the store (twins still in my line of sight but in the Starbucks). I was so mad, but then I noticed how she was just a little too white in the face. When I hugged her she completely broke down crying.
So to all those moms out there who know what it’s like to have a “worst mommy in the world” feeling, you are not alone.