Silly Gingers Mom. I had to run into the commissary because my FIL is coming over for dinner tonight and I have no food. I figured, I only need a few things so how bad could it be with all three kids. Bwahahahah!
First off, I had to wake Stinky up from his nap. Much screaming ensued.
He actually flung himself into the street and laid down in front of a car in the parking lot. Many glares and shocked "Oh my's".
I get into the store and while the three of them are doing their best to give me a coronary, some old man walks up to me and says, "I saw you playing with those kids in the parking lot. Why not have 3 more?"
Withering smile, I reply, "Oh I think we are done now"
Old man, "Yeah...I should hope so..."
I clamp my mouth shut seeing as he is an old man and I do have my little kids with me.
Thoughts running through Gingers Mom's head:
1. Well, my son is 2 1/2. What is your excuse for being an asshole?
2. Yes, I am sure you are the one person on earth other than Mary who had perfect children. I am sure there is a throne waiting for them right next to Jesus.
Moving on, I had another "proud to be their momma" moment in the frozen foods aisle. I was looking around for ice cream for my husband....even though I am still on WW.... and I hear Red yelling....LOUDLY...
Not once, not twice but several times.
I turn around, white faced. She is staring at the Popsicles. Everyone else is staring at me. I thought about taking a bow.
Gingers Mom. Reigning champion of the unruly potty mouths. Thank you!