Today started off good. The sun was shining, I kissed my boys goodbye, and I went to work for the morning, for a meeting. A short day in the office meant I could rush home to be with the kids all afternoon.
Also? I was having a great hair day. I put on my favourite pair of jeans and heels, and a cute white top. I felt good!
My day quickly took a turn for the worse...
When I got home, I took my boys to the grocery store and, feeling brave, decided to buy ingredients to cook dinner. Well, I should have known something was going to prevent me from cooking dinner as soon as I got the idea in my head! As is always the case.
My experience in the grocery store was a disaster. I've taken both boys alone before, and they are usually well-behaved. But today, God help us, it was a complete disaster.
Dimitry was not happy, having woken up early from his nap. Christos was okay, but stalling and getting in and out of the grocery cart. Dimitry wanted out. Then in. Then out. Then he ran down one aisle, while Christos went the other way, and I was stuck not knowing where to go. After some spilled sprinkles, dropped cupcakes, and rolled away fruit, I decided we should head home. But not before Dimitry and Christos played farmers in the fruit section, individually bagging each fruit. It was fun for a while, but I was done. I was tired, and drained. I'm sure some of you have had similar experiences at the grocery store - I hope I'm not alone here! I still had to get home to actually cook dinner, remember? (And that means a lot of extra time for this 'not-great-in-the-kitchen' mama!)
Of coures, Christos insisted on doing self check-out. Did I mention we had a ton of stuff? Anyway, to avoid a breakdown, we did the self check-out thing. Baby was totally fussy, and Christos was slowly scanning each item. Beep... beep... beep...
That's when I started looking for my car keys.
"Hmm... they're not in my purse. Let me check again... nope, not here. Okay, boys, let's go to the car to see if they're there."
We got to the car, and no keys. But the doors were unlocked. I though I must have dropped them on my way into the store, so I decided to put the bags in the trunk and take the boys back inside to see if anyone turned in any Volkswagen keys. No luck.
I called my mom, and my dad was on his way to my house to pick up my spare key to bring to me. The boys and I passed some time in the store, and I realized that me cooking dinner was not going to happen.
So, Christos, Dimitry and I went outside to wait for my dad. We were standing at the doors of the Superstore, and what do I see? My car slowly reversing... and driving away.
"Oh my God, Christos... someone is driving away in our car! No way.. OMG? Someone just stole my car?"
I was sort of laughing, while holding the umbrella under me and the boys, and sort of crying at the same time, in that "I'm a lunatic" sort of way.
I called my mom. "Mom? Someone just drove away with my car! My car just got stolen!"
She thought it might be my dad, and this made sense to me, because like, who the hell steals a car with 2 car seats in it at 4 p.m. from the grocery store?
Of course, it was not my dad, as he appeared a few minutes later. The cops arrived shortly after, and I filled out my report. The boys were playing in my dads car, but they were getting cranky again. And me? I was angry!
Who steals a car? I mean seriously! I'm the type of person who sees a 20 dollar bill on the pavement and will not pick it up just in case I'm on camera or something!
I started thinking about all the things in my car - some pictures, my diaper bag, all my groceries, my MacLaren double stroller, the car seats, and my groceries. There goes dinner!
30 minutes later, I was told my car had been found. On the other side of the grocery store. We drove around, and I saw my car, front door wide open. And, oh, the mess inside! They had taken apart that diaper bag - as if I kept a big wad of cash in there, in between the diapers and wipes! All the new back-to-school clothes I bought for Christos at Gymboree yesterday were tossed all around, and the handle of my glove box was broken.
Seriously? To whoever did this? What the hell? You didn't even open the truck to get all my groceries? You suck and I am glad I don't know you. Mean people suck. You are a bad person for doing this. Especially knowing there are 2 car seats in the car. You have no values. I hope you're caught. But really, I hope you grow the hell up and realize what you did was not right.
P.S. John Hughes passed away today.
P.P.S Went to the park with the kids after dinner (my mom brought us food) and one of my really nice flip flops broke, so I walked home with only one shoe on my foot.
Is today over yet?