(originally published September 4, 2007)
i got an actual migraine, puked for hours, and called my husband to come home from work and take care of the kids.
and what brought this on, you ask?
a trip to walmart with 4 small children. ok, so not just that. but that was the next to last stop in a 6 hour trip to town. and ironically, the last stop was to get my zoloft. yeah, you can laugh. or judge. i don’t really care after that trip.
it all started because we needed milk. so, i decided to “run” to town. oh, and we need diapers and wipes. i need to pick up my meds. “could you get the oil changed while you’re in town?” and since i’m already out, maybe i could take the kids to the playland as a treat. throw in a sonic stop, a potty-training toddler and a nursing baby and six hours later i’m growling at my kids in walmart and walking into the new small-town pharmacy completely oblivious to the mama-milk so attractively leaking through my shirt; raving to the pharmacy tech about how i just saved $40.00 on zoloft!
who wouldn’t puke?
