So I decided to go to Costco today. The weather was kind of glum; it was overcast and only like 45 degrees, which is a far (and terrible!) cry from the 79 degrees and sunny skies we had on Monday. But, the weatherman last night said it wouldn't rain, so I didn't worry about it. I walk into Costco, and buy only about a jillion things I wasn't planning to, and come out...and it's POURING rain. Now, Mila and I were both ill-equipped for this storm, and neither of us were dressed for this, and nevermind me actually having an umbrella. So I start pushing the cart and booking it as fast as I can across the parking lot that is roughly the size of a small country; just getting plastered in the face with rain, not to mention all of my boxes of food were getting soaked. I got Mila into the car as fast as I could, and then I had to make about 7 trips to the cart and back again to my car to get all my crap in. And the whole time I'm just MAD. I hate nothing more than rain, except maybe snow, but I'm not sure. Anything wet and cold SUCKS. So I finally get in my car and I am sopping wet. Like SOPPING wet. And I am singing church hymns to myself to keep the slew of swear words from spewing out of my mouth. Being a good person in a rain storm is HARD.
And I start driving home. And the storm is raging, and I notice that as I get closer and closer to the mountains (we live in the mountains, not in the valley) that the rain is turning to sleet. And the higher I get, the more and more the sleet turns to snow, until, by the time I pull into our driveway, it is full on snowing. And I'm wearing flip flops and a light sweater! And my car says it's now 30 degrees. And I hate my life. And I am DREADING having to make another jillion trips from the car to my house to unpack all the (mostly needless) stuff I bought at Costco. Do dried apples count as needless? I can't decide! But now I'm wishing I had only bought the necessities (Diet Coke and diapers) so that I didn't have to keep hauling my big butt to and from the car over and over again, in the snow, sliding in my flip flops, all so Cade can have his Gogurt and airplane jammies and Daddy can have his Oreos. I am SUCH an angel for doing this, seriously, I decide. Like I should win some sort of Nobel prize for going out in the snow to Costco on a day like this. Seriously!
And this may surprise you, after this sordid tale, but, dear friends, I DID make it. I somehow survived. Until I had to leave 5 minutes later in the raging blizzard to pick up Cade from school. But I'll spare you that frightful story, and just skip to the end, where I tell you that we finally made it home safe and sound (if really wet) and I guess that's all that really matters.
Remind me to kill whoever decided that having a snowstorm like this in mid-April is an okay thing. I mean it. I will verbally thrash and then kill whoever decided this was okay. I'm already having a mean case of the grumpies, and this crappy weather is not helping my mood! And neither is the fact that Mila is crying in her crib because she won't go down for her afternoon nap! And neither is the Hot Pocket in my tummy that made for (part of) a sub-par lunch! And neither is the hole in my sock on my right foot on my mother toe! Rah!
But...remind me to LOVE whoever invented these dried fuji apples with cinnamon, because they are NOT needless. They are heavenly. Like me, for being such a saint to buy food for my family on a day like this.
What's up on the agenda? Curling up under the heating blanket with a book while Mila naps, and drying off, and refusing to go outside until the snow has melted and it is sunny. Being a food angel is hard work, and I need a break. :)
And and...I have no idea how me blogging about a crappy day morphed into me being a saint, but I'll take it. Just because my life sucks and I need something to cheer me up!