Wait...am I wearing pants?

     I've been working at my job I actually get paid to do (a case manager at a rehab hospital) more lately cause of their high census which is nice. However, when I put on the working mother hat, that means I have to do all the things I would normally do in the day, when the little darlins are at school, at night.  The hubby is out of town so any sudden emergency like realizing that you're out of juice boxes and you have to have them for the kids' lunches or snacks tomorrow at school becomes a big deal. Do I take all three kids with me to the store?  Do I leave them with a neighbor for 15 minutes?  Do I...no, of course, I do not leave them alone...What is the magic age that children can begin babysitting anyway? 

     So, of course, me and three load up in the car and off we go on the two mile journey which would normally take a reasonable person, about 15 minutes from start to finish, but since I am accompanying my minors, I'm envisioning lots of "No, you cannot have that $5 toy that is so strategically placed right to the eye level of the average child.  No, you cannot have 4 quarters to put into a vending machine for a cheap plastic toy that I will either step on, or the dog will eat and we'll wind up having a Vet bill to add to the budget.  No, you cannot"...Well, you get the idea.

     It was a relief to me when we finally found everyone's shoes, clothes and my purse and off we go...Were juice boxes really worth this after all?  Well, yes...because in the morning when we're scrambling to get out the door, it will be nice not to have to figure out something else.  Yes, I know...water bottles have been invented, but calories are good for kids too... Anyway, when I came home from work, I had put on my comfy pj pants and t-shirt, and that was the extent of my nightly wardrobe.  I was comfortable...until I realized that, yes, indeed, I was in the grocery store with my pjs on.  At first, I thought, "Wait?  Am I wearing pants?"...Well, yes, I was but they were the pj pants...The baggy ones with the big red and green plaid design on them.  It wasn't even Christmas and I was wearing the colors.  And of course, there was no make up on my face, and the hair was messed up...SO, and you know what's coming next...I ran into about five people I know. Three were from the kids' school, one was from high school and one was from a place I used to work.  I fully expected to see the ex boyfriends lined up at the register.  I should have known better, but by gosh, we got those darn juice boxes. I just hope I don't wind up on that "People of Wal-Mart" website...Now, that would be a blog entry.