Yep so, that happened.

So it's been another week of snow, ice, and cold. Typical Alberta winter and it's only going to get colder this week. The kids have been stuck inside except for the few reprieves when the dog desperately needed a walk or side walks needed shovelled. This means my adorable little toddlers turn into raging beasts who destroy everything and everyone that comes near them. By the time Saturday came the house was a disaster. Every toy out of place, every cupboard emptied, every drawer rifled through, and every closet open. I had been desperately trying to entertain the two wildebeests, we played hide and seek, dressed up for all kinds of adventures, dug through the depths of the craft cupboard, and built every puzzle, we even spent hours erecting gigantic lego villages.

Anyway, once Saturday arrived I found myself riddled with anxiety. I could not deal with the state of the house for another minute and cleaning with the beasts around was pointless (those with small children understand this struggle). I called in backup and arranged for the kids to be babysat that afternoon (perhaps all the way until much after their bedtimes). Until then we decided to get out of the house. We took a trip to the mall in search of new bedding. The kids were thrilled to be out and able to run around in the long, empty corridors of the old mall.

Things were going so well we even stopped at the little indoor play area. The beasts were released into their natural habitat of bright primary colours, foam play structures in odd shapes, and god knows what kind of germs. They played their hearts out for a good 45 minutes until Zoey fell off on of the play structures. She recovered after a quick cuddle and demanded to go back to playing. I was definitely alright with this decision and agreed without much convincing from her. Things continued well for the next 2 minutes until another mom piped up, "Um I think your baby is bleeding." Sure enough there was blood trickling down Zoey's chin, she was fine but we left. (Active bleeding around all those germs is definitely my line.) There was much whining from the kids so we decided to bribe them with a trip to the food court for burgers and fries.

We navigated the food court with minimal meltdowns and ordered A&W. I herded the tiny creatures towards a table at which point I discovered only green tables were acceptable to the larger beastie. Not a big problem as the mall was dead (seriously one of the older malls that is never busy). We found a table that had booth seating on one side, perfect since there were no high chairs. Shane brought the food over and we settled in to our greasy, foodcourt meal. Everyone was happy for a whole 10 seconds, that is when Zoey dropped her burger, patty down, on the floor. I picked it up, dusted it off, and didn't even hesitate to hand it back to her. (I know.... the germs! But she wanted it so badly and I wasn't paying for a whole new burger that she would only eat a few bites of.) It was at this precise moment that I caught the eyes of the elderly gentleman sitting at the table across from me, he had been smiling adoringly at the kids and his face immediately changed to a horrified grimace. I thought about trying to fix this, maybe take the burger back or at least rip of a piece that might of touched the floor, and then something happened. Mama's give a shit full on ran out. I made full eye contact with this guy and shrugged at him. Yep so, that happened.