Don't Be Jealous

I'm gonna tell you a long story, a real one, and I want you to picture it in your head as I go.

Monday I decided to go shopping with the babies. Groceries and kids clothes. Jake was sleeping and the bunny had her nap, so it was perfect. The grocery store & my favorite kids shop are next door to each other. perfect.

I hit up the kid store first. grab the kids, lock the mini, stuff my keys in my back pocket. After about 20 minutes in the store, Jake starts crying. A lot. So I grab all the short sleeve shirts in Cham's size & a couple cute dresses and throw them on the counter. I, of course, feel my milk coming in so I am in a rush to get the heck out of dodge before the waterworks milkworks begin. That would be great, except my keys are missing. At this point, Cham is hopped up on something and is running through the teeny store pulling off all the rain coats from hangers. She likes the plastic fabric. She wants me to buy them. all.

I manage to pay, gather the rabbit, hang all of the coats back on the rack and get out the door to scour the parking lot for my keys. They aren't there. It is now 89 degrees outside, I'm lactating, carrying two *screaming* children, with nowhere to go. I go to every store in the mini-mall and ask if keys were turned in. They weren't. Ok. So I call K to fill him in. When I mention I am lactating he stops me. "I'm on the way."

So here I sit on a Kroger bench. My children are actin' a fool. I'm sweating to death. I'm lactating- through my shirt. That's right, I'm leaking through my gray t-shirt in front of a grocery store on a pollen covered $79.99 garden bench. I'm locked out of my car. Correction. My minivan. 


So what else? I decide to go ahead with it and get my dadgum groceries. I'm going for it, milk stains and all. What else am I gonna do but sweat until K arrives? I get into the store and keep my head down. I don't wanna see how people are looking at me. us. I have a plan of "just grab meat and vegetables and fruit and get out of here." It seems simple but Jake is, yes, still screaming and Cham keeps asking for milk that I forgot to pack. So I'm a little distracted. I get to the register and the total is more than usual... but less than I would pay to get. out. of there.

It's like a movie. The second I walk out of the store K is driving by. Right in front of me. I imagine my friend NayNay was right when she said he could only be thinking one thing when he saw me coming out of the store, "That. is my wife. Don't be jealous." Our sweaty, screaming children strapped tight into a buggy. My ponytail falling out, drenched in sweat. My pit stains. My milk stains in the shape of perfect circles on my chest. The desperate look in my eyes.

I never found my keys. I'm almost certain they are in the pocket of a rain coat in that little kids' store. I just can't bring myself to show my face in there again anytime soon. Drama. I also bought ribeyes instead of pork chops at the store. No wonder the total was sketchy. What an idiot. 

So that was my Monday. The rest of the week has been pretty awesome. You can't beat the weather, and we have been taking full advantage of it. Playing outside has become one of my favorite parts of the day with Chamberoo. Here's why:

Because she's beautiful in the sun.

Because she loves her puppies.

Because it wears. her. out. 

Because she will only ride in the wagon with a passenger. 

Because she's friendly. 

Because she's adventurous. 

Because she's silly.

Because she can be as LOUD as she wants!

Because she's so happy when she's outside. 

I love this girl. Outside time is our time during the day. Jake sleeps in the ergo and we play together. I just love it and I'm so thankful for the sunshine and our big back yard where there's plenty of room to run around and be silly. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff