I hate Walmart. Not just a "oh, I hate going to Walmart, it's always so crowed and people stand in the middle of the aisle to chit chat about so and so's nephew who married that girl and yada yada yada." It makes me start to hyperventilate to go into that place.
Let me start at the beginning. Yesterday was my first day to realize, "Hey I have two children and I don't know what I am doing with either of them." Addison was terrorizing the house and Claire was exceptionally clingy to me. Not that I don't LOVE to hold that sweet angel and smell the top of her head. I just don't enjoy it while I am trying to chase Addison around the house and keep her out of things. Needless to say, by the time John got home from work, I had a headache that wouldn't go away and a nice eye twitch. So, after supper, I decided I could use a little mommy time and thought a good idea would be the go to Walmart and get a little shopping done so I could quit listening to John complain about how he didn't have milk or butt wipes.
Thursday evening at 6:00 was not the time to go. Since I don't have any children in elementary school I didn't realize that school parties are tomorrow. Big Mistake. It was complete chaos. The lines were ridiculously long and everybody and the their brother's mother was there. I finally got out of there after waiting in a checkout line for 20 minutes. Yes. That's right. 20 minutes just to put my items on the checkout conveyor.
When I got home after my Sonic Rt. 44 Strawberry Limeade and some DMB turned up to levels that are not great for your eardrums, I felt MUCH better. What did I find when I got home, you might ask? A clean house, two clean children, and laundry that had been put away.
WOW. I have a great husband. Don't be jealous. Okay, be just a little bit jealous.
