It was the grocery store visit from hell. Jonah was whining non-stop (he’s in another whiney phase) and even apple-munching was not entertaining the Benjasaurus. I got into an argument with the cashier over three separate things. I left the screaming dudes in the cart next to the cashier (to torture her) while I fetch the manager, who took his precious time resolving the situation. The boys yipped and yapped all the way home. I discovered Benjamin’s diaper leaked and who knows how long he’d been sitting in a completely soaked outfit. (Did I forget to change him? Who the heck knows.)  

It was that kind of afternoon.

I got home and opened an email from my aunt: “We enjoyed your recent visit so much. Your boys are such a joy to be around.”

Yeah, give me some of whatever she’s taking.