And it was such a nice day...

Well at least before I decided I NEEDED to go to Hobby Lobby.  I finally feel close to normal again, and decided to do a little decorating for fall, and you can't do that without a trip to Hobby Lobby, right??

So after nap time I load up the kids, grab my little list and head out, get a couple miles down the road and realize I forgot my phone, so I turn around and go back, I should have just stayed there!

We get there, and after a short screaming fit from Ezra due to being put in the stroller (along with Jude), we are inside and shopping happily, I pull out my list, and head for the first item, Pumpkin orange craft paint...check, it is in the basket, Jude is happily holding the basket for me since it is nearly impossible to carry it and push the stroller... now I have 3 of my items off my list, but can't seem to find the felt...and I happen to look down at Jude, and he is covered...COVERED in ORANGE PAINT.  And, it is leaking out into the basket and all over his shorts!!!

I try to pull us over on an aisle with only one other person and pull out the baby wipes, thank you Jesus I still carry baby wipes!  And for the next 15 minutes I clean everything, the basket, the stroller, my items, the floor, ME, Jude the floor again, the floor some more, I just can not seem to get it all out of the freakin basket and everytime I put it down there is more on the floor.  Mean while the aisle I pick is like woodruff road at Christmas time, people are suddenly everywhere, and most of them staring at the crazy lady cleaning the floor in Hobby lobby, and then this MAN ( I mean seriously, what is this 60 year old man doing on the purse making aisle anyway???) is standing next to us intently studying whatever we are standing in front of, and at this point I am thinking, you are just going to have to move on MR. and come back in a few minutes when we are gone, cause I ain't moving...but does he???  Nope he squeezes himself between my double stroller and the shelf, and I am just praying Jude doesn't get paint on this mans sports coat, but at that point I was so pissed off, I almost didn't care, I mean was he completely oblivious to the fact that there was orange paint EVERYWHERE, and I was barely getting it contained???  It was crazy, and when it was as good as I could get it we moved on and by golly I got the rest of the stuff I came for, even though that stupid basket was still dripping watery orange paint on every aisle...


Here's the culprit, he kept saying "I'm very sorry mommy, I'm really very sorry" mmmhmmm...

And all the wipes....Yes I brought them home, what else was I supposed to do with half a container of paint covered wipes???