It was a MasterCard kind of a day...

Well, it started out fairly simple. Ross was supposed to go to Omaha yesterday to help his brother w/ the moving truck - they're coming HERE to take temporary residence in our old home.

I think part of me is a little miffed that he's taken off a lot of time from work to do things for/with everyone else, and hasn't spent a lot of time with me...so he took the last few days off work - to run errands before he leaves for Omaha tomorrow.

I don't know why I'm so intimidated to go places with TWO children...I mean - it's ONLY two, right? But they're SOOO young, I haven't had two young children for over 8 years - so I sort of need to find my way back into that groove!

Anywhoooo - we ran a few errands today...and yesterday.

Yesterday poor Coby got her immunizations...or "shocks" as Brynn calls them. She was sad most of the day...we stopped by Frys electronics to get some fun little gadgets - I needed to get a new ipod case - my arm band has been falling apart - it was actually VERY poorly made, they've since updated their style & is much better...but the I decided I wanted to get one that goes around the neck instead of arm...the cord won't bounce all over the place when I run - so we went to about a hundred stores, none of which have a neck thingy - so I got a carry case that has a belt clip on it - and I'll just clip that to my shirt at the neck - no ear phone cords bouncing all over the place!

Today, however, we trekked toward Mesa. We went to the cannery to see what kind of food storage stuff we could get - mostly I just wanted the wheat - I can't seem to find that anywhere - everything else is more expensive at the cannery than what I could get at costco - so I just got the wheat - oh - and hot cocoa mix and some powdered milk...anyway - That was an exciting little stop. They shut the cannery down between 11:30-12:30 for their lunch break - so we left & hung out in Mesa for an hour until it opened back up - so I could see if I could get some salsa, too...(Spent $167 on the dry side alone! Dang that powdered milk is expensive for as terrible as it tastes, but I'm sure the 2 gallons we go through a day - we wouldn't be able to live w/out milk - even if it DID taste yucky.)

That was when it all crashed down on me.

Trying to kill time. 35 miles from home. Thought we'd stop by the distribution center, Ross needed some G's. Picked him up some - he likes them tight - so he gets them a good 10 inches smaller than his pant size...I know - TMI...

We drove on...Ross found a scuba shop he wanted to see if they had any sales...he's turned into sort of a scuba freak. Anyway - I thought I'd take the opportunity to feed Coby while he was in the store.

So I did. Pulled her out of the car seat and started to feed her. She was being so cute. Little smile & squeaky giggles. Then a grunt. And an explosion to follow. YES, I was kind of excited, of course, I'm well prepared, any seasoned mother would have extra diapers, wipies and a change of clothes for the baby in the well-stocked diaper bag...and I am seasoned...in so many ways, really.

It had been almost 3 days since she - uh - had a pressure release - I was starting to get a little concerned. So I left her on my lap for a few extra seconds to make sure she was finished...you know the mess babies are capable of making if they're trying to shoot rapid-fire missiles from their hiney WHILE being changed. So I waited.

Watching the side of her diaper -- watching it fill, but pleased as punch that it hadn't breached the elastic barrier.

Ross came out of the store...he sat in the car for a second while we watched her giggle & coo. And listened to the harmonic sounds of grunts and machine gun fires coming from her pants.

Sweet husband of mine offered to change her. What a dear, right? Yep. So I handed her over to him.

That's when I saw it. A puddle. Trying hard to allow the fibers of the mustard yellow baby poo to be absorbed into my pants. No, the fibers hadn't breached the elastic, instead they went right up the back of her diaper and spewed forth onto my lap.

Indeed - we still had to go to the wet pack side of the cannery - and to the Arizona Mills mall to the scratch & dent store to get a chest freezer. (We gave our last freezer away - it was too big, and my home is too small - I know - listen to me complain about a small home when it's almost twice as big as what I came from - it's just laid out much differently)

Anyway - it would waste gas to go all the way home, change clothes and them come back to Mesa to get what I need - plus, we'd be fighting with rush hour if we did that.

So we didn't.

We went next door to Savers.

Mesa is - well, at least the part of town the cannery is - is an OLD town. It's kind of trashy - I've never been attracted to that part - the whole 10 square miles surrounding the temple. Trashy. Old...dirty - just - not clean...ya know?

So - I went to savers. I just wanted a quick pair of pants. Wow what a selection. not that I'd take money to do a "I was surprised what I found in Savers" commercial, but yah - I got me a few pants to try on.

Went to the little changing station in the front of the store. The door didn't have a lock on it - but it closed, and anyone could see if there were legs in the booth or not...so I flung a pair of jeans over the top of the door so people would see that was an occupied booth.

But I didn't take my shoes off - that floor was SICK.

So I stood struggling to change my pants and put another pair on...called Ross (who was sitting in the car w/ the girls) to have him bring me his G's - cause- well, the ones I got - were also saturated with mustard stains...right through my pants. Yep.

So he brought me some G's threw them over the door and went back out to the car. (Good thing we had him a fresh pair or 5 from the distribution center - right there in the car!)

I put the G's on - being oh, so careful to not get my shoes on the clothing and careful not to touch the walls - (who the heck knew what had been streaked down the sides?! EWE!) Got those up - and - don't know what the general consensus is on wearing man G bottoms, but they're WEIRD. They sort of - are - hip huggers. And baggy in the front - and have those seams in the back over each cheek. not comfortable. But kind of looked almost cute! LOL!

And then I grabbed the first pair of pants to try on - over my shoes again - and - well, I tripped - and fell against the door - which flung open - because it had no lock on it - and opened OUT instead of IN like most changing rooms. So there I lie - in my Man G bottoms and on the filty - old - dirty - aged floor...EWE - with at least a dozen eyes staring at me.

Yep, jumped up like Sister Mary Catherine from SNL - and raised one hand - "Thank you, I'm ALL right!" I exclaimed - as took a bow & tried to close the door to the booth I was in...which didn't close immediately because I had a pair of pants hanging over the top & they kept getting stuck.

So - yah - got the other pair of pants on finally - they didn't fit exactly - but they matched my shirt - and hey they were only $5.99...and much better than the plaid pink & green with a grass stain on the knee - pair that I had also found.

Wore them out to the check stand - stuffing my other poop pants in the diaper bag (which I brought along to hold in front of me while perusing the shopping selection)

The lady at the check stand wanted to know why I was shoving a pair of pants in the diaper bag - and wanted to see them to make sure I wasn't stealing them. So I snapped the tag off the pants I was wearing and told her I switched pants.

She still wanted to see the other ones...which I was hesitant to do, because I also had my G bottoms wrapped in there - so I had to explain to her where I was and what happened.

"Well, where's your baby?"

"In the car"

"That's illegal"

"She's in a car seat, she's fine"

"I'll call the cops"

"why?"

"You can't leave a baby unattended in the car especially not in the Arizona heat."

"But she pooped on me."

{{Lady Gasps}}

I giggled - and told her my husband was with her.

Paid my $6.47 and walked out of the store with my shiny new pair of faux leather pants.

Okay - they weren't faux leather. I made that part up. That would have been funny, though. I imagine they'd be more expensive - like maybe $6.99 - and - well, if I'm going to shop at a second hand store, I'm not going to pay more than $6.47 for a pair of pants.

The wet pack in the cannery was all out of food. The scratch and dent store at the Mills was all out of chest freezers.

I could have just gone home & changed my clothes there. But no. Instead we took Brynn on the carousel ride at the Mills mall -


and then ate a hagen daas. Which - is really over rated - once you've gotten used to the flavor of Blue Bell Ice Cream. I could have bought a whole half gallon of Blue Bell for what I paid for that stupid scoop of mediocre satisfaction.

But I was in town to spend hundreds of dollars on a freezer, why not just indulge a little since I was saving money by not buying the freezer, right?