Ten minutes in the life of Cianna.

I just had the most annoying ten minutes of my life....i can not say that it was the worst....not at all...i just got that feeling like.."what could possibly happen next?".....First of all i am really sick.....not feeling good at all..really sore throat and all stuffed up in the head..and feeling really medicated.....after picking lauren up from school i had to run to the grocery store to get some cold med and some pull-ups (for rachel)....its pourrring rain....rachels car seat belt was stuck..i finally got it undone..but by then only my butt that was sticking out was all soaked from the rain...i finally get her out only to see that lauren has sprinted away somewhere...one kid lost.....rachel starts crying because she wants to bring everything she owns into the grocery store with her and i say no....i dont usually mind if i am getting a cart to tote all her stuff around...anyways...i am looking for lauren in the rain....by this time my butt is not the only thing that is soaked...i finally find her and we go in..as the girls are following me i turn around and realize that rachel still has her bathing suit on.....over her clothes....we look like a bunch of street people.....we get the stuff we need and go through the line and then they want a gumball...i say no because lauren didnlt eat her fruit or veggies that i packed for her in her lunch....so laurens ticked..and then rachel wants to carry her own pull ups....i let her...they are not light...15 mins later we are finally outside......and i look over and see a shopping cart on the hood of my car!!!!!!!!..from the storm,.....my arms are full with purse, groceries and baby...but i still try to get it off...my finger gets caught as the cart falls off the hood and gets twisted in every direction..i dont even look at the damage...can not be bothered....good thing i only drive the "golden beauty".....right at that moment lauren is yelling "letttttt usss in the carrrrr, open the doooor",and rachel cries because she sees "me-meow" (her stuffed racoon) in the car alone......i finally get the cart out of the way and get in the car....rachels diaper is leaking....at this point i dont care.......we get home...the gate is wideee open with the garbage cans rolling around....i am so soaked already..so whatever..i collect them,,....arms full i go to the front door and get the mail....i drop it...the wind carries it all over the place......i collect it and finally get inside.....my twisted finger is swelling and is killinggg....i think i can just relax for a min..........i take one look at rachel...she doesnlt look well.....i take her temperature..and yup..she has a fever.....it never ends!!!!!!!!!!!!..i know that nothing that happened is actually bad or should make my day a bad one...it just seems that with kids someone is always sick or crying or mad at me or hungry....and then i just love when people say to me "so hows babysitting going?"....as if i am a "babysitter" deserving 5 dollars an hour!!!!