It's been a long time.

It's my 13th wedding anniversary today.   Yes, I had two of my own children at my wedding, and it's been a lot longer than THAT, and this past year plus some has been a bit of a blur and I am so not getting into that Right Now -- SO needless to say ...

We both sort of forgot -- so of course we went to WalMart after Mr got out of work today.  What a celebration!  

"Let's go out for kitty litter?  Shall we?"

As we approached the home-cleaning aisle, I walked into an odor that I will never be able to clear from my memory.  I promptly picked up a bottle of Citrus Air Freshener and sprayed the air as I saw customers visibly gagging in the odor's waves.  The stench was not unlike roadkill, rotting, mixed with human stomach acid.  The odor was overwhelming and I wondered how someone couldn't know -- since she appeared to be shopping on her own and mostly functioning.  Then I felt guilty for even "noticing" because that could be me someday -- not knowing my own stench path.   

(And this is when someone stops and makes a comment about That's Why THEY Don't Shop At WalMart, because People Smell Bad There.  Oh well.)

This train of thought led me to forgetting What I Needed At WalMart, which was bleach and laundry detergent!  (And the ESSENTIAL, Splenda, which triggered the necessary trip out to begin with, Beth Had No Coffee Sweetener IN THE HOUSE!)  

I was derailed  further by the 14 year old who convinced a friend to text the list of What School Supplies Were Needed and filled that list while I refilled the empty cabinets a bit.  I guesstimated $347.  I was off by $8.  Thank you affiliate commission check from blog sponsor -- you've been poofed in one shopping trip.

Hire me.  

I needs more monies.  I will reiterate that I have no idea what this particular estimation skill would work for, but the hell if I don't HAVE the skill.  One week to go and I have to fulfill three more school lists, and Let Us Not Forget The Shoes!   And the... and the...  My children are under the impression that Everyone Gets Hundreds of dollars of new things every school-year because that's the impression that other kids give -- with their swag.  It's not easy -- and each asks to be an only child this time of year.  I know damned well that other kids do NOT get new everythings, but, man they all try so hard to appear like they do.

It's been a very long time since I have made a personal update, and did you realize that my Post-RNY Baby is ALMOST SIX YEARS OLD and headed to school?  I've been blogging since long before her birth!  Also noted -- the non-blogged children who are now almost 15, 13, and 10.  I have a child or two on every single bus schedule this year.  Three separate pick ups and drop offs and four bus passes, FTW.

Once we got home, a random thunderstorm blew in scaring the Almost A Kindergartener out of her skin, and knocked a mirror over on the porch.  This was huge mirror, not just a little mirror, but one that attaches on the back of a woman's dresser.  It had been put there for the trash pick up as we've been cleaning house.

13 years forgotten, A No Good Really Bad Day, a little bit of the sick kid and sick Mr, topped off with rotted body odor, dinner via drive through with forgotten fries and a smashed mirror with the potential of seven years of bad luck.  If this is any indication of the future -- forgive me in advance.

PS.  I'm not really superstitious.  Much.