Yes, pool party at Vickie's house! I'll bring the sunscreen.
*Warning - Long Story* We went to the zoo today, and had a lot of fun. However, on the way home, it kind of all fell apart. I decided to stop off at the grocery store to get the kids a box of popsicles for a treat. I don't know if you guys have those car cart things, but anyway, I put the girls in one of those - Annika and Ainsley up front, and Madeline sat in the basket behind. First, Madeline started throwing a fit because we weren't getting ice cream sandwiches. I finally got her settled down, and then Ainsley pinched her finger in the checkout lane because those stupid carts are SO wide. I pulled her out and was trying to console her wild crying, when Madeline noticed a friend from school in line ahead of us. So she's trying to climb over the top of the car, while Annika is climbing out the windshield area. Meanwhile, Ainsley's still screaming bloody murder because I told her we couldn't buy the pretty packages of gum she was grabbing for. I got Madeline sat back down, grumpy, Annika back in the car, started paying for the popsicles, and then the girls noticed the stupid free suckers they have in every lane. I hate those things, because when the big girls get one, Ainsley HAS to have one, and she doesn't eat it, she just gets it in her hair and everywhere. So Madeline is grabbing for suckers, I'm trying to explain that she shouldn't, and Ainsley is STILL screaming. Then the checker (who is the mom of a girl I went to elementary school with, and has previously mentioned several times, in a derogatory manner, how many children were in my family when I was growing up) points out the giant green booger sliding down Ainsley's face and hands me about 3 yards of paper towel to wipe it up with. Madeline's friend is still trying to get her attention, Annika is still climbing out of the car's windshield, everyone is staring at my snotty, screaming, injured toddler and my 4-year old who looks like someone large and very angry punched her, and my whiny 6 year old who is sitting in the part of the cart plainly marked "don't let children ride in here." I somehow managed to forget (gee, wonder why?) that I was going to pay for the popsicles with cash and not my debit card, so I had to cancel the transaction halfway through. Meanwhile, Ainsley has noticed the suckers and has REALLY wound it up to a new decibal level, and all I want to do is sink into the floor and die of embarassment right then and there. We did finally manage to purchase the popsicles and make our way out of the store, but I swear, I'm NEVER going to do that again!
In brighter news, I found a good marinade recipe for my steaks, and am looking forward to grilling them tonight. I hope everyone is having a nice day!
Angela