Yesterday, I planned ahead to ensure a stress-free shopping trip with the girls. I should have known by the way the girls behaved in the first store that my day wasn't going to go well. Neither of my lovely ladies wanted to sit in the cart or stay in my arms. As much as I'd love to let them run wild in Bed, Bath and Beyond, that's just not going to happen. We made it to the check-out and into the car. As we arrived at our next stop, I realized my wallet was missing. I called Bed, Bath and Beyond, thinking I must have left it at the check-out. An understandable mistake given the state of my children, right? It wasn't there. I proceeded to tear apart my car. No luck. I drove back to the store, put one girl on each hip and began retracing my steps. Still, no luck. Someone must have taken it. Mate's going to kill me.
I called Mate at work and he began cancelling all our cards, while I went to fill out a police report. The girls were a mess. I tried to keep them happy with snacks, but they kept stealing them from each other. As they got louder, I felt the tears start to come. Keep it together, Tina. You cannot start crying in the middle of the police station. I know when to ask for help. I called Mate and asked him to leave work early so I could handle this minor disaster.
The police officer was very helpful, giving me a list of all the numbers to call when personal information goes missing. He was pretty confident that if any cards were used, he'd be able to find the person who took my wallet. Back home we went to begin the process of calling, cancelling, changing. The girls watched Sesame Street while Mate and I went to work. As I was in the middle of a phone call, Mate came in the room to tell me someone found my wallet and left a message for me to call them.
A woman answered the phone and said she had been in the same shopping plaza and found my wallet in a cart. She didn't trust the people working in the store, so she locked my wallet in her car, went to get her hair done and then went home. Of course, I am grateful that she found it and took the time to contact me, but it would have saved me a lot of time, aggravation and worrying if she would have just given in to the store. By the time I got it back, we had already cancelled everything. Oh well, I suppose that is a small price to pay for my negligence.
I still needed to get a few errands done, so I decided to take the girls with me to give Mate some time to himself at home. I figured I owed him for not freaking out over the day's events. I entered Babies R Us with Ava in the cart and Mia sleeping in my arms. How in the world was I going to get a case of diapers into the cart? It wasn't pretty, but I managed. As we approached the check-out, Ava had a well deserved melt-down. Here comes mommy confession #3. I looked to my right, saw a package of pacifiers and didn't hesitate to grab them off the shelf. I opened them up right there in line and stuck one in Ava's mouth. She was happy, Mia was still sleeping and I got out of that store alive. I'm sure people were judging me and I don't care.
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