I've missed two days in a row. Let me catch you up.
If I had posted Wednesday, it would have read somewhere along the lines of:
"dear friends from MOPS,
Thank you so much for helping me get my screaming toddler into the car today. By you taking my son (who was in his carseat), I was able to wrangle the toddler and save her from running into the parking lot. So thankful for you all."
"dear middle-aged woman at craft store that was not wrangling two children under the age of two.
Yes, "god bless my heart" indeed. And thank you so very much for knowing that I too had been driving around town to find that product only to find it at THIS store. The fact that you grabbed it and bought the last one while my toddler reached for yet another glass item made me sort of want to punch you in the face....but I'm a little classier than that."
Thursday would have read something like this:
still royally ticked off at the lady from the craft store. the nerve.....in retrospect, I'm wondering why I didn't tell my daughter to bite her. Did I mention she started biting recently? The toddler, not the lady from the craft store....though I suppose she could be a biter since she did snatch the last item on the shelf even though she didn't have two children to drag to YET ANOTHER STORE.
As for today....
My husband had the "day" off. He's working this evening, but we were able to run errands this afternoon. After two different craft store visits, I'm happy to report I found the over-priced item I was in need of. Let the homeade gift-making commence!
Oh yes, we decided this year we would try the "homeade" route. With minimal sewing skills---and no real ideas on what I'd even sew--I've opted for all gifts that don't involve sewing. Somehow the homeade gifts are turning out far more expensive....ahem. Either way, I've nearly finished FIVE whole gifts tonight....which would be amazing except for the fact that we are making multiple gifts per person.
Did I mention we leave to go out of town in a week to spend Thanksgiving with the in-laws and swap those gifts? It'll happen.
One more thing...
dear lady from the craft store, I'm sorry. I've moved on. I don't know what was going on in your day and you had every right to that item. I apologize for the terrible glances I shot your way.
lady with the two screaming kids.