It's official!

I lost my shit today...big time. To be completely honest, I didn't even see it coming. Tomorrow is Easter here. Normally we go over to my in-laws for dinner every Sunday night. It's nice that I don't have to cook or clean up. It's a clam relaxing way to welcome in the week. Any who, we are having Easter dinner at our house tomorrow. I am actually excited to be cooking dinner and thought of my house being less than perfectly clean isn't really bothering me (more on that later).

Simon also wanted to go the Chocolatier shop to get the chocolate mint triangles that I really love. Why did he wait until the day before Easter to do this? I don't really have an answer. Maybe he just wanted to drive 30 minutes out of his way for nothing. Actually, he said that he didn't think it would be a problem to get them. It's not like it's Easter candy. Surely you have figured out by now that they were sold out. I was starting to get mildly annoyed. Why does my husband have to wait to the last minute? Don't I deserve a little planning and forethought? I realize these are questions being asked by women the world over. So I told myself that I was trying to lose weight anyways and I didn't really need them. Yeah, that's it.

So we headed to the mall next because I need a meat thermometer along with groceries. All I can say is holy crap! I think everyone in town decided to go there. I have seen less people there 3 days before CHRISTMAS! Now I have a tiny bit of anxiety when it comes to busy public places. This is where I lost my tiny mind. I saw 12 pregnant women, double that many

mommies pushing their mega ass sized strollers, and three times that many old people. First, it seemed like every single time I needed to get something someone was there is block me. I hope there is a special place in hell for those lovely mommies that stop their mega ass sized stroller in the middle of an aisle or hallway making it impossible for you to walk around them etc. while they chat on their f***king iPhone or to a friend. The icing on the cake is when they suddenly stop in the middle of said hallway causing you to almost slam or trip over them. Manners go along way PEOPLE!!!!

Then the old people. OH the old people. We were wai

ting for the elevator to go back to the car because we have more groceries that hands. So we let everyone else go before us. The women with their gianormous strollers and some other old people. Two elevators came and went. Just as we were about to get on to the third elevator this old guy quickly (emphasis on the QUICK part) grabs his three bags out of the cart and pushes in front of us to get on the elevator. He did this faster than Simon could start pushing the cart. Then another old lady with a walker appears out of no where and pushes in front of us too. Fine...I get it. But they both stood in the middle of the elevator making it IMPOSSIBLE to get the cart in. Eventually they moved. Yes, I know I am going to hell and I just hope they serve tacos!

Before all this started we decided to have lunch in the food court. I managed to get a table while Simon waited for the food. There was a nice couple sitting about 2 tables over with their 3 children. One about 5 or 6, one between 16-20 months and a newborn. I swear to God the 16-20 month old boy was giving me the stink eye. He clearly knew I was an unworthy infertile cow. And I am not making it up. Simon thought it was hilarious when he saw it.

So yeah. I lost it! I cried. I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw something at someone. I wanted to take a nap.

So here is a picture to make you smile or scream. Our printer broke but we invited a printer mechanic over before we threw it out.