The incredibly chaotic day!

Monday morning I got up ready to start my monthly grocery shopping. Rodney was so great to offer to keep Maggie at the church while Claire and I headed to do all the shopping. It started off really great. I got through Sams and called Rodney to check on Maggie. He said she was fine and for me to finish up my shopping at Walmart. So Claire and I get into walmart and get halfway through and Rodney calls with this child screaming in the background. Normally I would have recognized Maggie's scream but it was so high pitched that I could not tell. By the tone of his voice I could then tell it was Maggie. He informed me that he was suppose to be in a meeting and normally she would have been fine sitting there playing with toys or eating but she would not do either. I decided I better head out since it was a 10-15 min trip back to the church. I got in line with the groceries I had and stood there for 10 min and realized that all the lines were this long and none of them were moving. I knew I had to get out and could not wait so I parked the buggy(don't tell anyone) and darted out with Claire. I got almost to the church and Rodney called and said Maggie had fallen asleep (of course) and for me to finish. I told him I was almost at the church and I would just come and get her and go home. I got home and spent about 30 min on the phone with the insurance agent trying to explain to me about our renters policy and even he was confused on it because the lady in his office put it in the computer wrong. And could someone tell me why on earth when you pay your insurance monthly that they charge you for this. This does not make any sense! During this time Claire walked out of her room and said mommy in this low pitiful voice which can only mean one thing- tete accident. I got her cleaned up and about that time Rodney came in. This certain afternoon I wanted to run to the door and jump up and down and say Rodney's home, Rodney's home. Claire usually gets this job every afternoon. He told me to go on to walmart and finish up the shopping while the girls were still napping. What a great idea. I was able to go by myself and blow off some confusion and just not think but drive to walmart. I got there and let me just give some advice. Do not go to walmart on a Monday afternoon at 4:00. It was a mad house. That should have been my first clue to turn around and go back home. I instead pressed on. I went through the aisles and realized I could not find anything because there were so many people in the way. My buggy was so full that everyone started looking at me like I was going to feed an army. It became embarrassing. After being there for 2 hours I finally got in a check out line behind "that" woman with the two kids screaming whose debit card would not work. Luckily her friend was on the other side of walmart with her kids and she was going to come and pay for her stuff. (now, let me take a moment and say that i have been "that" woman with the screaming kids but for some reason when you are by yourself and you see other people with their screaming kids you think to yourself why did they not leave their kids at home). When I was checking out the woman at the counter asked me how often I buy groceries. Now, I could have taken offense to this but I had first made the comment to her that I was not the only one eating all this food. So we were able to just laugh about it. I finally got checked out and was headed out the door. Luckily I had put the eggs on top so they would not get smooshed. I hit a bump and yes the eggs fell off the buggy and onto the floor. All of them were broken. There happen to be a big garbage can sitting right beside me and I just picked those eggs right up and threw them in the garbage and started walking to the car and never looked back. I know the right thing to do was to turn around and go back in and get more eggs. I called Rodney and told him I was headed home and that Pops would have no eggs for breakfast because I was not going back. He laughed and said that was fine. I think that was one of the most stressful times at the store. I think I would have done better with the girls with me. I had layed some chicken out to fix for dinner. I was planning on baked chicken with veggies. Since it was 6 when I got home I had to revamp my plan quick. At this time Brandon and Laura came to bring the truck back that they borrowed that afternoon. They ended up staying for dinner so I had to make sure we had enough for the six of us plus a child who honestly doesn't count because she eats like a bird (and if the pudgeball ate chicken then we would have really been in a mess). At this time I was praying over the chicken so that it would feed us all like Jesus did when He was feeding the five thousand. It ended up all working out fine and Mrs. Calfee so graciously said that next time she would go with me. I don't care what anyone says-Mondays are so hard!