Oh, McDonalds bag - you have failed me

Today was a great day. A really. great. day. Right up until we got home from running from one end of the county to the other end of the county for speech, gymnastics, and errands.

I pulled into the driveway desperately in need of a bathroom and glad the day was ending. As I was packing stuff up to bring into the house, I saw that I had forgotten to return the movies that were due back today. So I run into the house, use the bathroom, go through the pantry and think - I should really bring some crackers with us. I am feeling some serious pregnancy sickness coming on. I decide against the crackers.

That was a STUPID choice.

I head back out of the subdivision and into everyone is trying to get home traffic. Great!

Half way to the video store I realize how stupid of a choice it was to not grab the crackers. On top of that there is only one bag in the van. A paper McDonald's bag. The paper part of the bag doesn't really play a part in this story for about another five minutes though.

I am driving down a busy main road with nowhere to pull over and the pregnancy sickness hits - it is bad. Finally a red light. I am sorry people in the car next to me. Really I am!

Whooo! That is over with. RIIIIGGGHHHT!

Get to the video store and I THEN decide to check the movies and game to make sure they were in fact in their cases. Why I didn't do this at home? No clue. Should have because one movie was not in their case. I send Ms. Thang to the drop box with them anyways and just hope it all works out and I will bring the disk back tomorrow.

Start heading home back into what has now become everyone and their great-uncle is driving on this one road trying to get home.

I start to feel really, really ill. UGH - red light. Really long red light. I am okay though because the van is stopped and I have a bag. We are so close to being home.

Ya'll the bag BROKE. B.R.O.K.E. I cried and a cry while getting sick is just not good. I finally find a little fruit stand to pull over into I open the van door and everyone and their great-uncle got to witness my pregnancy illness in all its glory.

Got home fed the kids, changed clothes, put the kids to bed. Video store called - they want their disk tonight or it's late. So after all that the stinking movie is going to be late anyways.

Now to go clean out the van. JOY!