less soapy romance and more hot mess sitcom

*wistful sigh* Valentine’s Day. A day full of romance and love. A day made for lovers both old and new. A day to celebrate those relationships we hold  most dear. What better way to spend it then.... stuck in the Walmart parking lot with a cart full of groceries and two crying babies.

Yep I, like millions of other adults around the world spent Valentine’s Day doing normal things, just continuing on with adulting. My valentine’s Day was less soapy romance and more hot mess sitcom. The kids and I had a bunch of errands to run, so off we went this morning.

Things started out well enough, out to the car, all buckled in and made it out of the alleyway without getting stuck. Stopped at the hospital to refill a prescription for Isaac and drop off some paperwork at the neurology clinic. Alas the meltdowns began. First we had to deal with the trauma of not going to the gift shop, next a tantrum over not eating lunch in the cafeteria, another tantrum about not seeing Sparkles the clown. Still we made it in and out in one piece and we did it all within an hour so parking only cost $4.50.

Next was Walmart. We got a decent parking spot, found one of the carts that can hold both kids in the front and managed to get most of the groceries without any tantrums. Our only meltdown occurred at the checkout when the kids were tired and just wanted to go home.

I couldn’t believe it, the day was going well. The kids were behaving decently and the errand were nearly done. We headed out the door and... bam stuck in the mushy, snowy, icy, half melted mess of a parking lot. I pushed. I pulled. I wiggled. I jiggled. I couldn’t get the cart to budge. Cars were ripping around me, annoyed at the idiot who wouldn’t move her cart from the middle of the road. The kids were crying, the cart started tipping. I steadied the cart and started to cry, myself. I was panicking trying to figure out how to get the rest of the way to my car. Should I abandon the cart full of groceries and get the kids in the car? Should I try and get the car to the cart? Just as I was on the verge of full blown meltdown the kindest gentleman  pulled his truck over and rushed to help me. He pulled the cart as close to my car as he physically could and started loading groceries. I was rushing to get the kids in the car since the cart was so far from my car it was still at risk of getting hit. Of course this is when Isaac dropped both boots and socks on the cold wet ground. I got him in the car despite him wrenching himself around in my arms trying to reach his boots. A kind lady handed us his shoes and I shoved them in the car below his seat. He was full on melting down. Two more gentlemen came to assist us. They picked up Zoey and helped me get her in the car (this caused her to freak out and have meltdown over stranger danger). Before I knew it the car was loaded, the kids were buckled, and my knights in shining armour had all disappeared.

We made it home and I dug our the rum. Happy Valentine’s Day! Hope yours is a little more romantic.