My child decided to break down and lose her sh*t square in the middle of a Starbucks coffee shop. I was driving home from a mutual meting place between her father and I, when we ran out of beverages in the car.
Sunday. My twin nieces birthday, and a storm-a-brewing while I try to pick ip Gia then get back in time for birthday dinner/cake/presents.
As I walked into Starbucks with her tiny hand in mine, she dropped to the floor and screamed "SHOPPING CART!" Evidently, when we are not in the car, and we have arrived at an unfamiliar locale, we should be in a shopping cart, if "we" are a two year old. Its been a while since she threw a pubic display of shenanigans, so I calmly told her that I understand what she wanted but that we weren't going to get to ride in a shopping cart.
What I really wanted to say was, "Are you f*cking kidding me, dude? We are 30 minutes from home and my knuckles are white from driving through the movie Twister. Jut let mommy grab a quick skinny hazelnut latte and a cookie for you, and we'll be out of this place."
What I actually said was "anytime you're done, gia" as a gaggle of cold/thirsty CHP officers passed me, some nodding with empathy and some glancing with judgment.
As she composed herself, and I tried not to piss myself, we wobbled to the bathroom. It was there that I realized my last few days of photos had sucked and I needed a day 17 quick!. Despite the tear in her eye, I managed to get a smiling babe as I sang over the urgent knocks on the door (from a very annoying woman who didnt realize she could use the mens room also), and snapped this Day 17, with my pants around my ankles and the crinkle of a toilet seat cover underneath me.
Thanks for the visual?
...you're welcome.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Day 17/365 + On the Floor of a Starbucks Coffee Shop
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