Just one of those days...

Today, I do NOT want any more kids. Most days I do, but today, no way.

From the minute Ileigh awoke, she has been yelling. It's not really screaming, it's just yelling. She doesn't know what she wants. Up down. play with the toy throw the toy. bottle no bottle. eat the food play with the food yell at the food throw the food. I am a wreck.

I needed to get out of the house. bad. I decided to treat myself to starbucks. I went to the mall and met a friend. I thought Ileigh would be pretty good if we were strolling around. Did you know that kid can UNDO her stroller straps and practically LEAP out of there? I gave up on the stroller and let her crawl around in The Children's Place (clothing store). Not even 30 seconds go by, and she has found a leftover piece of sandwich in the corner and will NOT open her jaws wide enough for me to scoop it out. I wouldn't be suprised if CPS has been called at the scene we must have made in that store.
I was trying to hurry, for my friend's sake and Austin who was bored out of his goard in all the baby stores I drug him to. But I have had this coupon, and been trying to find the time to use it, for 10 dollars off a 30 dollar purchase. That's pretty good, right?
I was about to leave when I found the perfect shoes I have been looking to get her. They are red, white and blue and match her birthday outfit. Now I only had to find 25 more dollars worth of stuff to buy her. Thirty minutes later and I was checking out. No coupon accepted. It clearly says expires 30 days after receipt. After receipt? What the fuck does that mean? There is no date whatsoever on the coupon. I guess the lady was super sympathetic because she ended up giving me a whooping 4 dollars off my 35 dollar purchase.
I finally end up putting Ileigh in the baby bjorn and ridiculously stroll and empty stroller in front of me. This actually was the smartest thing I did all day so far. After a quick (hour) stop at the Build A Bear, I leave the mall, or I should say TRY to leave the mall. The elevators are so screwly at fashion square, they open on both sides and there are several different levels. After finding the right exit at the wrong level, with no where to turn, I go into Macy's to find their elevator. Not even the cashier can properly direct me. By now, my tampon is leaking again and I must run to the little girls room. What's this? No stalls big enough for me and the stroller? Am I supposed to leave her alone by the sinks? Ask a stranger to watch her? Aha, I will have my other priceless child watch her in the shoe department outside. That sounds safe enough, right? I think I made it out of the bathroom in 20 seconds flat, half expecting to see my babies being carted off by some man in overalls. I finally gave up on the elevator and dangerously dragged the stroller down the escalator, despite all the warnings posted all over the sides.
Finally, I make it back to the truck. Now, the stroller will not collapse. I end up throwing it pretty forcefully into the back, and now it may not work anymore. It is almost 4 pm, and the baby monster is finally asleep. I thought babies were supposed to be gently lulled to sleep in the strollers while moms shopped. Not my babies. If I try to imagine 2 under the age of 3, I feel sickness. Yesterday, I felt excitement. Today is just not my day.