I barely survived Friday. JDubbs forgot to bring Jax’s snowpants to school, our heater went on the fritz while the temperature hovered around 25 degrees, Baby H was bitten on the nose by an acquaintance’s two-year-old at a holiday singalong–all before ten o’clock. In and of themselves, this could have been enough to make me put on Christmas movies for four hours straight while I regrouped and pinned perfectly decorated homes that I will never be able to duplicate on Pinterest. However, JDubbs was back after being gone for two days and I had had a decent night’s sleep, so I was taking chaos in stride a bit more serenely than usual. Baby H was fine–although she is still sporting terrible red marks on either side of her nose–and I assured the mother that these things happen, which they do! I have been the mother of a very pushy and physical boy for too long to blame a contrite mother for an accident. So even in the face of baby abuse, I was still feeling good about my day.
I should have cut my losses and gone home. Instead, I pressed my luck to the point where no healthy mother should go, compounding slushy weather with tired baby and overstimulated preschoolers and rolled it all into a ball of insanity called Shopping At Walmart Before A Snowstorm. Oh, yes, during the holidays. Brilliant maneuver, to be sure.