Organized Mom

Yesterday morning I rushed to the grocery store so that I could get the shopping done before the precious, not-to-be-fucked-with-no-matter-what afternoon nap. At the store, I piled my cart high with the food we'll need for the next two weeks (according to the meal plan I had worked out in advance - go me!). I proceeded to the checkout. The cashier rang everything up. The bagger boy Wade packed it all in my cart. All I had to do was pay and get out, but guess what I forgot in my morning rush out the door? My fucking wallet. I could feel the collective dismay of the cashier, of poor Wade and of all the customers in line behind me. The entire cart of groceries had to be voided and I went home empty handed. How terribly embarrassing.