Oh what joy... taking small people whitegood shopping. Kill. Me. Now.
Aside from the complaining that we weren't in the arcade, the sulking about being told to stay by me, the complaining that they were starving (or that one got more to eat than the other), the trying to keep them off the ride on mower in store while I worked out the paperwork, and out of the front loading machines, or dryers.... I'm sure it would have been reasonably pleasant. No, really, it was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Tripping over one who decided to do the splits right behind me while I was standing at a counter causing me to twist my ankle and jar my neck when I stepped back onto his foot while moving away from the counter was all part of the fun, and I'm sure one day I'll look back in fondness at the time spent with my babies. But today it just all seems too hard.
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