The sun was shining....the Beans were happy-ish most of the day.....and I slept the night before. It was shaping up to be a red-letter day!
Then I went to the commissary.
For the record - the car-carts are the best invention ever. EVER. After dropping String Bean at school; Jumping Bean, Bitty Bean, Boy Bean, and I, all went to the commissary to have some fun.
That was said in a completely serious tone. The Beans LOVE grocery shopping!
After placing Boy Bean in the sling and loading the girls into the car cart and instructing them to "drive safely," we stopped at the deli for the free kids cookies.
My children are just like me. You give them food and they love you.
Therefore, I love the commissary deli...their little cookies enable me to pick out produce to the joyful murmurings of a beginning sugar high. The cookies typically last until I am almost done with the produce area....then we stop and say "hello" to the lobsters.
Yep. It is barrels of fun to shop with me.
If we do NOT say hello to the lobsters...or....heaven forbid....they are all on vacation.....we have a mini-melt-down. I really try to keep it together - but the lobsters are just so fun to figure out conversations for!
So we sang and danced and drove our way through our list. It was great fun! Children were happy and cooperative....I looked like I totally had this mom-thing down.
Except for the fact I hadn't showered yet. I mean, I wore a baseball cap and thought I looked relatively presentable....but no time for shower and make-up...yet.
Thankfully, the bagger wanted to help the day feel normal.
She noted my three wonderfully-adorable children and said, "Three?!"
I said, "Yep. And my oldest is in Kindergarten."
I don't really know why I always feel the need to verify my insanity...but I just don't want String Bean left out of the lineup.
This sweet older lady then said, "Oh my! HOW do you do it??"
"Well, I don't sleep very much." I said with a wink.
She then leaned in toward me....pointed her bony finger at my face....studied it carefully....and said "Oh. I can see that. You look very tired. Look at those bags under your eyes."
Apparently I looked very tired. Thank you random stranger.
If only I were still pregnant I would have come up with an ingenious line. Instead I just stood there...eeked out an "okaaaaay"....and headed to the car.
I won't lie. I know I have bags under my eyes that I may need to check the next time I fly. I guess I'll take comfort in knowing one day I will finally get sleep.....tact is much harder to come by.