This is a vent I wrote yesterday after an awfull small child errand run:

I HATE, going out by myself...

UGh.

This is why I am home all day:

Our apartment managers called today to tell us that they will not accept a check from us anymore.
Mind you, earlier, they decided to deposit both a deposit check we wrote five months earlier, AND our rent at once, which bounced both checks. Some of it was the bank's fault, but the apartment managers didn't care, and they put us on a "no check" status.

So, Jay had written them a check, needless to say they couldnt accept it, so they gave me a call. They told me if I was to bring them in a money order by 6:00pm, we wouldn't get a late fee assesed.

Oh.... thanks.

So, anyway... I am in the middle of downloading a 500 MEG file for the SECOND time in two days, and my mother needed this picture of her e-mailed to a publisher of her's.... today.
I waited as long as I could for the download to finish..and my computer crashes. Crap.

"Fine." I say to myself, boot it back up (I love my MAC), e-mail out the picture and look at the clock.
It's 4:30... the bank closes at 5.

Oh yeah, and I forgot...the girls had cleaned out my purse with my license included... I had no idea where the stupid peice of plastic was.

Oh well, I gotta' at least try to get that money order.
So I head on out... traffic.
I get to the bank at 4:58.
The girls are all over the bank, I am trying to round them up AND confirm my personal info at the same time.
We get the money, and I stuff everyone back into the car.

Now, I could have just bought the money order there, at the US Bank, but they charge around $5 for the thing.

Off to Albertson's to get the money order.

Lots of traffic, the girls are crazy and space cases...
I am having a hard enough time keeping them next to me while walking across the parking lot with Daniel's carrier on my arm.

We get into the store, and oh look! How nice, they put all the millions of different candies next to the customer service counter. Thanks.
The girls are looking around with greed in their eyes showing each other all the candies they are not going to get.

I finally get the order, but not before Daniel pukes all over himself and laughs about it.

So, I round the girls up again, and we head on out the door. Grace is a total spaceoid... walking a few steps and looking everywhere BUT where she NEEDS to be walking... walking into the side of displays...just not paying attention.

"Um, Grace? We are going... are you coming too?"
"Yeah."
"Okay....we are going this way.... Grace..... Pay attention!"

So, just before super gluing the girl's hands together, they hold each other nicely, and we are out the door. I say to them, "Now pay attention! There are a lot of cars out." (it was dark and rush hour...lots of cars and a small parkinglot).

So just after we step off the curb when it was clear, around the corner comes a car, and the woman wasn't even looking ourway.

We are in the middle of the street- a mom with a carrier on her arm, and two toddlers at her side wide eyed- she is in a humoungus Suburban not paying attention.

If I dont say something now, we will lose.

"HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" I shout.
"EXCUUUUUUUUSSSSSSE MEEEEEE!!" And she hits her brakes. Both herself and her passenger are heafty looking people. Her passenger happens to have his window down, and as we toddle by I say,
"You know, you need to be paying closer attention! I had to scream at you before you saw us and you ALMOST ran us over..."

She shouted soomething at me as she drove off, I didn't hear because of the loud ringing sound of blood rushing in my ears I was so pissed.

I should have sworn some obsenity at her, but I'm not like that.

The girls are screaming for McDonald's, and they cry because I did not let them climb in the Jeep themself.
"If you dont hush, " I say "then you wont get ANY McDonald's!"
They pout and continue to chime in unison, "Fwench fwies, Fwench fwies, Fwench fwies, Fwench fwies, Fwench fwies, Fwench fwies....."
I am crazy.

It takes 4 minutes sitting in the Albertson's driveway with my blinker on to pull out with a long line of cars behind me because people dont know how to NOT block an intersection when it's rush hour.

I run through McDonald's and sit there. Our McDonald's has two drivethrough teller lines, and then you merge into one to pay and get your food. Four cars are helped in the line next to me, and drive past me to get their food.

"EXCUSE ME...."
"Oh, Hello? Hi, welcome to McDonald's may I take your order..."

I FELT like saying, "What the heck are you doing in there? Playing cards? You could have TAKEN my order four minutes ago, but now I am just GIVING it to you..."
We get our food and the girls hound me for it all as I swerve off trying to drive.
What time is it now? It is 5:45.

Crap.
I rush home, and give the managers the money orders just in time.
I felt like saying, "Good riddance that I have to go through all this fricken HELL for your stupid MONEY ORDERS for the LAST TIME! *Smoke billowing out my nose*"

... but I didn't.

And I am here and I am happy and safe and never want to go out again! NEVER!

-Jyn