Oh, my head!

I have a nice headache, and usually I would nap to get rid of it, but the urge to blog is too great.  Maybe if I don't think about it will just disappear.

So I skipped going to the gym today and instead did chores, after taking the kids to Gymboree.  I was hoping Sebastian would sleep through class like he did last week, but to no avail, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed, so I had to tote him the whole time.  At the end of class I decided to feed the baby and let PJ and Mazie play while the crowd died down.  A passing mom asked if PJ and Mazie were twins (which I happen to get asked a lot, and while they do look like sibilings it seems pretty obvious to me that Mazie is younger) at anyrate, I nicely replied no, and told their ages and the woman mentioned she had twins and said how calm I looked and how she'd be going crazy.  At the time I was calm.... and stayed calm until we got to the grocery store, which is when my stress level increased ten fold - Mazie started whining about being strapped into the cart, Sebastian was fussing, PJ told me he didn't want to push his shopping cart anymore (which starts me thinking - how the heck am I going to push my cart and his?), and alll I was trying to do was find my groceries in an unfamiliar grocery store, and although I was in the cereal aisle I couldn't seem to find the 12oz. sale rice krispies.  I was close to losing it, but instead I gave up on the rice krispies, kept the cart moving, hoping to calm sebastian (he fell asleep), convinced PJ to continue pushing his cart and unstrapped Mazie and my husband doesn't think I am good at multi tasking....  The storm passed and I was able to finish shopping.  I was waiting in the only cash register for 15+ items  when told to go to the less than 15 isle that no one was at.   Still calm.... I unload my groceries and see a man buying one item behind me, and thought he didn't know what a wait he was getting himself into and I continued slowly unloading (have you ever tried to grab grocieres out of a cart that is half covered with a sleeping baby in a car seat?) and I looked back, and the man was gone - good move on his part.  I then get out my coupons and begin to tear out the appropriate ones and a line starts to form behing me.and I start thinking - I swear I am not that person with a zillion things in the 15 less isle -- I was TOLD to come here.  The cashier asks me if I want help out  and I accept gladly.  Before having children I never needed help out and with even one child I wouldn't have accepted it, but with three, I'm all over it! And I figure I am paying the service by paying the higher prices.  My little caravan travels out the grocery store and I notice PJ has a the greeting card I picked out and I wonder if he had given it to the cashier to be paid for, then I look at Mazie and she is munching the apple I gave her while in the produce section, and I know I definitely dind't pay for that, and lets be honest when checking out I may have thrown in a coupon or two of which I ddin't buy the items.  We get to the car and I let the "help" unload all the groceries into the car while I strap the kids in, taking full advantage of the service, which I just realized I probably didn't pay for at all.