Life With Boys

I was that ludicrous woman who takes her sick child out, lets him cough in the public air, while talking on the phone to the doctor’s office and trying to shop at the same time. I was disheveled, sniffling, hacking and a basic mess. Some people can be a mess and look cute at it — I am not one of those people.

Now to top it off I hear in the background like a faint calling from a distance — “it’s leaking … it’s leaking …” Huh? What’s leaking? Who are they talking to? Oh me? I’m leaking? No I’m not leaking. No, Morgan is leaking. He has knocked over his icee and it is leaking all over everything in my cart and into my purse and onto the floor. We were the wet clean up in aisle 4. And to add a cherry on top everything — my entire purchase that was already loaded and scanned into my cart (a new dry one) disappeared! So we had to do it all over again. I may have paid for stuff six times, I really don’t know. Maybe when my brain clears I’ll remember to check the receipt.