This afternoon I had a headache. So we went to the grocery store to get some Motrin after picking up the Hubs' new video game.
When I got there I couldn't remember if I am suppose to take Motrin or Tylenol while nursing.
So I opted to buy a king size Hershey Almond candy bar instead. I don't know why I chose the king size instead of the regular. Call it a premonition.
When I got home, I had eaten half the candy bar and was seriously reprimanding myself for my unhealthy snack choice.
Then I went inside and took Newbie out of his car seat only to find that he was sitting in a puddle of devastation created by an epic blowout.
Then I changed Newbie and set him down with the Hubs. I proceeded to disassemble the car seat only to find that the devastation had oozed it's way through all layers of the car seat-Styrofoam and all- and onto my couch.
That's when I cried and ate the remainder of my candy bar and asked God why my mom can't just come live with us.
Because sometimes a girl just needs her mom. And 54 ounces of chocolate.
The end.
*Updated to add...Good news. The doc called and said the Hubs has no broken bones-only bruised nerves (only?!? ouch!)and should just take it easy and keep popping the meds until he feels better. And that's when I raised both hands in the air and shouted a mighty "PRAISE THE LORD!" because this chica could not have handled a husband in a body cast and a baby boy who doesn't want to take anymore naps and a dog who seriously needs a pedicure. And a couch soaked in "Totally Toddler" cleaning spray.
It is well with my soul.
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