How a grocery run went wrong

Beautiful day today. Had a great commute. Tall boots over slim khakis with a bomber and a scarf. Easy peasy. I may have flashed my shapewear to passing motorists, but whatever.

When I got home Cody was working on our taxes, and I needed to run to the store for a baguette and some bananas. Since Cody was busy I loaded the little dude into the station wagon and drove over to the Hy-Vee. I'll just say here that it is not easy to wrangle a toddler at the store. My boy loves to stand up in the cart, touch things on the shelves and beg to be held so a quick run to get groceries can be exhausting.

When we finally got home I was trying to get the groceries out of the car while herding the boy into the house and so I was a little distracted when I slammed the trunk door straight down on my own head so hard I bit my tongue. I have a nice goose egg now and am in a terrible mood.

This never would have happened if I had just biked to the store. I'm not sure I'm confident enough to take the little dude on the bike by myself, but if I can save myself a goose egg it'll be worth it.