Sorry Verizon Lady

Somedays can literally chew you up and spit itself ALL OVER YOU. Today was one of those days. I watched Anthony this morning, a favor LONG overdue since Julie has kindly watched Ellis a number of times when I needed to do preschool stuff with Clara. I knew that he would either be really easy or a handful so in preparation for his arrival, I put Ellis down for a morning nap, something he often needs but never really gets. I mostly don't put him down for a morning nap because then there is an even less of a chance that Clara and Ellis will go down together and I will get a break that I usually need badly by 2 or 3 o'clock.

Of course I could have made the day simple and do only one thing, but today was the first day I could upgrade my phone (some silly thing to do with Verizon's billing cycle) and since I am NOT good at waiting, I ran over there with the kids right after Julie and Brandee left.

I take my kids with me everywhere. And when I mean everywhere, I mean everywhere. I am rarely anywhere without a child asking me for a snack or a skinny boy on my hip. And there are times when I know it is inconvenient but that is what kids are sometimes. I have no family out here and I don't like to ask favors of friends unless it is 100% necessary. And I get that my kids are not always as desirable to other people than me. And of course today was one of those days. Ellis threw up TWICE while we are Verizon. It is gross for me to deal so I could only imagine what the twenty-somethings that were waiting on me were thinking.

It was so gross, the whole thing. And there I am, standing in the store, hugging my crying, stinking, phlegmy baby, while the woman handing me my sparkly, pink and professional new phone, is doing her best to not throw up on me because of what she saw, trying to keep it together myself because I am tired, headachy and honestly a bit hungover from my rare night out last night, all with a smile of apology on my face. So sorry pretty and dressed up Verizon lady, I hope you have a good story to tell your co-workers later. Sorry I made you let me into the back section where customers normally aren't allowed because my hands were full of half digested salami. Sorry that I threw away that grossness in your garbage because you took me to the break room sink instead of the bathroom sink like I asked. I hope that does not smell later for you. And please don't lock the door when you see me walking up the store next time because I promise he won't barf again! (fingers crossed)