Mother's Day weekend

Saturday morning started off as any other Saturday for us.  We got up and played some, watched TV a little, I read and Jeremy left for work about 9:30AM.  Jacob had been up since 5 AM - lucky me and was a belligerent bull.  It took us from 10 AM to finally get out the door about 1:30 that afternoon.  Thankfully, we didn't have any where to be.

First stop - get gas.  I hit the gas station close to our house and had to wait in line while the man in front of me - who's wife pumped the gas, went in and paid - while he couldn't move!  I had paid at the pump and Jacob and I went in for drinks.  The line was 6 deep so I sent J to get his drink while I got a drink and more coffee.  I poured my flavor of choice creamer and as I reached for the coffee, I noticed there wasn't any made nor any brewing.  I looked at the woman behind the register, the line, and the other person in the office, left my creamer in the cup, my drink, and J's drink on the counter and walked out.

Next.  We crossed the street to the other gas station.  I knew they'd have coffee.  And they did.  I poured my cup and went for the creamer - french vanilla or plain?  Wow!  Some selection.  French Vanilla it is!  This gas station didn't have J's choice of juice so "Daddy Pop" from the fountain was good enough until I set it on the counter to put the lid on and missed the counter by 1/8 of an inch!  I spilled pop all over the counter, under the microwave, and everywhere else.  I managed to clean up the mess, pay and get into the car but not before dropping my tea in the parking lot!  Did I tell you that I'd left my truck running this whole time because I was just running in for coffee?

Next.  We head out to the store in the rain/snow/wind.  Jacob is having a healthy fit as I'm waiting "just a few minutes" for the rain to slow before running into the store.  We finally get in and guess what!?!?  No carts!  Not one.  No broken wheelie deals - nothing.  So we're waiting.  This family with 3 carts worth (I'd hate to see that bill!) is loading up their van at the side door and the woman came over to give us an empty.  And we're off to the toys!  Jacob had Easter monies to spend.  I think we spent about 45 minutes in the toy department.  Jacob can never, Never, NEVER make up his mind when he's buying a toy.  He'll even pick one, put it in the cart, walk away, come back and tell me that he doesn't want that one. 

We continue on through the store picking up groceries and I'm sticking to my list.  Jacob is being a jerk.  He's fitting over pudding.  He wants to push the cart (i.e. hit my ankles with it), run way ahead, or lag way behind.  He's hiding behind stuff then he cries because I keep walking.  Finally - I just throw his ornery a$$ in the cart.  I'd had enough.  I need tomatoes.

We get to the checkout and for some reason that I can't remember I had to take him out of the cart.  He's spinning the 'wheel o' bags' as the lady is trying to pack them.  He's flipping the check writing shelf for the wheelchair bound and whacks me in the hip.  He runs from me towards the exit then comes back and declares "I have to PEEEE!"   I look up and notice I finally did one thing right, I'd picked the check-out in front of the bathroom!  Only the woman's is blocked by a shopping cart "We're sorry.  This restroom is closed for cleaning.  Please feel free to use our restrooms at the back of the store."  SHIT!  I have a cart of stuff and a kid that has to pee.  I'm not walking to the back of the store.  "Jacob?  Can you go in that potty by yourself and pee?"

"No, I can't."

"Please, mommy can't go in there."

"No."

"Puh-leeeeese?"

He runs in and I say "Don't touch anything, leave the seat down and if anyone tries to touch you, yell for Mommy!"

He runs out.

A guy, (who's wife had been watching this whole exchange) young guy, clean, descent looking, comes out "There's no one in there ma'am."  Ma'am?  Thanks buddy.   I think to myself "oh, he'll stand out here while I run Jacob in".  So I go into the men's room.  Okay, yulk!  I have NO clue how a urinal works but, there is no way I'm going in a stall.  So J pees, we don't touch anything and as we're turning to leave. A big, BIG, ahem, fellow, walks in undoing his pants.   I cover my eyes and say "Dooode!  Sorry!  Hang on Just a second and we'll be out of here!"  And we run out of the Men's room.  Mr. "Ma'am"?  Yeah, he's long gone.  Took his laughing wife with him too.  I forgot the tomatoes.

Next.  "Jacob?  Can mommy go to one more store?"

"No."

"Just one more?  Then we'll go see Daddy."

"No."

We went to see Daddy.  I saw Daddy and as soon as I saw Daddy, I lost it.  I cried and said "I forgot tomatoes".  I'd had enough.  I'd had enough of people. Enough of my cranky kid that can't be even nice.  Just enough.  We had lunch and back to another store where my child grew wings and a halo.  Got the tomatoes.

Later that night, Jacob and I were getting ready for bed (my comforter is a woven material and the cat's hair sticks to it like glue so I keep a sheet over the top) and I notice this brown on the white sheet...UGH!  The cat berfed on my bed!  It soaked through the sheet and into the comforter.  BLECH!  Of course, I have a king size bed, meaning the comforter won't fit in my washer and the tag...you guessed it "dry clean only".  I was done.  Jacob and I remade the bed, I sat down and just laughed.  What else was left for me to do?

Sunday, Mother's Day.  They tried to let me sleep in but, all of the "sirens" coming from the "emergency" in my living room kept that from being even a remote possibility.  I got up and got a few online auctions going, called my mother and went for coffee.  I read a little.  I did a few loads of laundry.  I made tacos and a new coleslaw recipe.  They boys gave me my cards and Jeremy went to work.  Jacob (who was a far cry from Saturday's monster) and I went for a ride to the Sheriff and the Fire Department.  We stopped to "Green Park" and he played with a friend (I forgot my book!).  I took him to "Donald's" for dinner and back home.  After Saturday, I don't think I could have handled much more.

I hope all of you had a great Mother's Day!