We went to Wal-Mart for the weekly grocery shopping at 8 AM this morning. It was probably not the best decision but sometimes you have to do what you have to do. By check out time--after we had stopped mid-way to sprint to the bathroom for Elle to go #2 (yes, I had her use the bathroom
before we left but it seems lately she likes to save her business for Wal-Mart), after Grady had smashed every bread product in the buggy, after Elle had gotten run over by the cart 40 times, after I had held Grady and put him back in the buggy 10 times, after he had eaten a can of crescent rolls (just gnawed it to death, he didn't really
eat it)--we were all done. Grady is screaming so I let him have my cell phone. I do let him play with it at the house so I knew this would keep him quiet for at least 30 seconds. I get him out of the buggy as I'm trying to pay and the cell phone drops in the cart between the groceries and the back of the cart. I think, "It's secure. I'll just get it after I load up the groceries." We finally make it back home and I unload all the bags and I realize my phone is not in my purse. This wouldn't be so bad except I don't have another phone or phone line. I load the kids back up into the car and drive rather speedily back to Wal-Mart all the while praying, "Please, Lord, let my phone be there." We pull back in to the parking lot and my phone is laying on the ground right in front of the buggy in the cart coral thing. Hallelujah! I was so thankful but this is why--even when you are desperate--your phone should not be used as a toy.