A Real Pisser

Today was a long day following a long yesterday.

Yesterday was long because Mckenzee got tubes in her ears and it was very emotionally draining for me and we had to be up very early and I stayed up late the night before washing her blanket and pillow so it would be ready. She threw up most of the morning after her surgery and felt awful.

Mckenzee and I had to go to the grocery store today because Chris and I had to take dinner to some friends that just had a baby.

We got all ready and when we got to Wal-mart I decided to put Kenzee in her PINK stroller because I didn't have much to get. She was asleep when we got there (which didn't last) so I had laid her PINK blanket in the PINK stroller behind her and then we went in. She was wearing a ruffly yellow top over a long sleeved white shirt and jeans and her hair that hangs past her shoulders was fixed half up in a side pony, and her ruffly white socks were showing. (All these details are important)

I had to go to customer service for a return and an older woman was standing there. I was messing with Kenz while I waited in line and I heard her say, sort of to herself, "aawww what a cute little fella."
"Hmmm...." I think to myself. Does she think Kenzee is a boy?
Then she says to me, "He's cute...it's a he? It's a he right?"
To which I respond, "No, she's a girl." In a voice that was a little edgy, and then added sort of under my breath, "see her pink stroller."
I was quite annoyed, offended really. I know I am her mother, but I really think my little girl is very cute and very obviously a girl, even if she wasn't surrounded by pink and had her long hair fixed.
That was a real pisser.
Then we went and got all of the things we needed and waited in a long line to check out. No 20 items or less lanes were open.
That was a real pisser.
Kenzee was getting fussy. I resorted to letting her play with my keys, which I think is gross, but always works. At least she is old enough that she doesn't put them in her mouth.
After I get all checked out, and load the things in the stroller bottom, which was completely full, and then place one bag on top of the sun visor thing and one in my hand, I remember I forgot two things I can't do without.
That was a real pisser.
I go get the two more things, carrying all my stuff, and go to the self check out and walk off without my things, then remember that I forgot them, but not before the old man behind me starts hollering at me to come back.
That was a real pisser.
It gets better though, when I got home Mckenzee was alseep and she slept for three hours giving me time to make two lasagnas, salads, bread, and peanut butter cookies. I wised up this time. Chris and I are always jealous and hungry after we take food to someone's house and are left with nothing, so this time I made the exact same thing for us at the same time.
After we visited the sweet tiny baby we had a good dinner.
Then I remembered the awful mess of a house I still have to clean.
That was a real pisser.
Ha! There you go Connie. :)