Sunday started out very peacefully. We laughed, we played, and we napped. In the afternoon, we decided to take the kids to the local children's museum. Porgie was in heaven. She played with every exhibit, ran around with the big kids, and admired the turtle display.
After we finished exploring the museum, we decided to run to Target to pick up a few things. As we pulled into the parking lot, Porgie started crying to go home. She was blubbering on about night-nights (her blankets). We told her that we had to pick up a few things, and then we would go home.
But instead of calming down, she started crying even harder. I unstrapped her from the car seat, and carried her to the sidewalk. Of course, she refused to walk. So, I picked her up and plunked her into a cart. This created even more screams of horror. People were starting to stare. And I was starting to get angry. Porgie was a messy ball of snot and tears. Keep in mind that we hadn't even made it into Target yet. We were still standing on the sidewalk in front of the main entrance.
John, trying to defuse the situation, picked Porgie up to carry her. But she was too far gone by that point. She started coughing and gagging and she PUKED. The kid cried so hard that she made herself vomit. I was horrified. I picked her up, tossed her ass in the car seat, and drove home.
So here we sit tonight, with no diapers, shampoo, or soap.