On Friday at 5:10, I'm driving home eagerly because I have guests coming over in less than 2 hours. I pass by the grocery store and remember that they're having a one day seafood sale and I had planned to get seafood for Christmas. I swing in and plan to be quick about it. We get in the first door and Lil Punk wants money to give to the red kettle. I dig out a dollar. She starts to whine about how she wants to give change. I pull out a cart and put my purse in it. I start to dig in my wallet for change so Lil G can give something so. Lil G takes off running through the doors and turns for the cashier's. I tell Punk to run after him. She does but he is gone. This is scary to me. I push my cart through the doors and leave it. I start sprinting after my kids. As I run through the cashiers stations, I totally wipe out. Thankfully, my kids stop to actually laugh loudly at me. I fell hard and it hurt. As I got up, one of the cashiers asked me if I was hurt. I replied with a yes, grabbed my kids, and went back to retrieve my cart. Several people were around and saw it all happen. I just marched my kids back to the seafood, grabbed what I wanted, paid and got the heck out of there.
My one knee is so bruised today. I'm reminded that I should not run after my kids in my dress shoes.