So here's a pisser:
My Sunday started off as it ordinarily does, morning hanging out at home while the kids play, then take Book home to his dad's then out to lunch with the girls.
It was a good lunch. Munch was a little sulky, but overall, it wasn't bad. Then the check comes. I reach over and pick up my coat for my purse underneath - only.... IT'S NOT THERE. I give Gin the keys to the car to go get it. She comes back empty-handed. It's not there either. For the first time EVER, I've not only walked out of my house without my purse, but I didn't notice when we got out of the car, I didn't notice when we sat down to lunch, and I didn't notice the whole time we were eating.
I caught the waitress and told her, "I left walked out of my house without my purse. Look, I'll leave the kids up front and run home and get it." Add in several highly embarrassed statements there as well. She said, "That's fine. They can stay right there (at the table). I'll keep an eye on them." So they stayed and ate dessert and played tic-tac-toe and drank their drinks while I drove 40 minutes roundtrip through worsening snow to fetch my purse.
Munch had to be back home for her Christmas program at school by 6:40, so by this time, we were looking at a very tight schedule. I returned with my purse, paid the bill, and we headed to the grocery store - which could not wait another day, since I skipped the trip last week. We stuck to the list and made a mad dash through that place in RECORD time!
We made it though. And Munch remembered her line.