I had to go shopping at Walmart today. With the boys. Which I loathe. Really. There is something about that store that makes them act like they hate each other and me. It was a big trip too - not just groceries, but diapers, and wipes, and hoses, and dishwashing detergent, and all that extra stuff that you only have to do every so often. I was ready to stick my kids in daycare by the time we got out of there. Then it started to pour on the way home. So do I extend the misery by dragging all fifty bags inside in the rain? Not today. I did multiple dashes over an hour or so with an umbrella, when I thought the rain was letting up, trying to grab the milk and other refrigerated items first (curses on the cashier for not bagging the milk or packing the cool items together). Have you ever heard how much I hate slightly warm milk? WITH A PASSION. To get the heart-warming part though - I was dropping things off on my dry porch and running back to the car for more, when sweetheart Gabe starts carrying all the bags from the porch inside, with his "doing good" smile on his face, and carefully enuniciating, "Here mommy." I guess he doesn't hate me after all.
*Notice the lovely new wood floors that my wonderful wonderful Chad installed over the weekend with Sabina's father. They will be getting a post dedicated to themselves in the future, but I had to mention them now. My husband definitely loves me.
