by Tonia Hooper

Created on: October 05, 2009   Last Updated: October 06, 2009

There are people in life who seem to have everything under control, and never have those awkward and embarrassing moments when you would just like to crawl in a hole and hide! Come on you know the kind of days I'm talking about, the kind where everything that possibly can go wrong does and by the end of the day you just wish you could rewind and start the day all over. Well to be truthful I have had more than I care to think about, but there is one particular moment that I would like to share with you, that looking back now some 11 years later, I am finally able to laugh with those that I share this memory with.

The day started out pretty well, I was at home with my three children on a bright and sunny Saturday. The kids, Timmy 6; Savannah 4 and Tyler 2, were out playing in the yard and so I decided to look through my collection of cookbooks (more like a library since I have collected them for years) and try to find something different to make for dinner that night. I scanned through the books until I found a perfect summer meal to cook on the grill. So I made my list of things I needed to buy and rounded up the kids, tried to scrub their faces clean enough to not look like I found them in a dumpster. So off we go to the store, now I have to admit I don't usually take all three of my children to the store at the same time, to be honest I try not to take them at all if possible, however this day I had no one to watch them and since they seem to be behaving rather well on that day I decided to take them. I thought we would be in and out in a jiffy!

Now, on my way to the store I glance in the rear view mirror at myself and realize and am not exactly presentable myself with my hair sticking out in all directions, my SpongeBob squarepants lounging pants, and Winnie the Pooh slippers on I look like a college kid with a hangover, instead of a responsible mother of three; but I tell myself not to worry we will be out before you know it. I corral the kids into the store and get one of those grocery carts that look like a race car; and we are off with all three kids stuffed into the seat, fighting about who has to sit in who's lap, and all the while trying to sit in the small space without touching each other. As I am going along the isle getting the things on my list and half listening to the kids' usual squabble about whose tongue is longer or who can make the most disgusting face; I see one of my old flames (pre-children) who I tried desperately to avoid, but as

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