So heres what happened...
Yesterday Ro and I were out thrifting and running errands with Sylas, (Cash was with the in laws). We needed to stop at Walmart for a couple of things, so we decided Ro would drop Sylas and I off at Walmart to grab the groceries, while he ran to Game Stop. This was at the end of our 4 hour outing yesterday, so by this point Sylas had had ENOUGH of being his carseat and was screaming bloody murder. Not to mention at the thrift store (with no changing table in the bathroom) right before, he took a massive runny dump that soaked him and the carseat in shit.
So Ro pulls up to the door, I grab the diaper bag and my screaming, poop covered child and run into Walmart. I grab a cart and make a bee line for the bathroom in the front. Its being cleaned.... F*$&! Sylas is in full meltdown mode at this point and was screaming. LOUD. Everyone across the store stared at me as I frantically rushed to the back in search of the bathroom. But where the hell was is? Its not where they always are! Between shoes and electronics! Thats where they ALWAYS are! Why is this one different?! Why did we stop at this Walmart?! We never come to this one! And where the HELL is the effing bathroom!?
It was aweful. My eyes filled with tears and I stopped walking and stood in the isle, defeated, screaming baby in tow. I looked around for someone who worked there and thankfully, saw and asked a janitor who led me in the right direction. Back the entire way I'd come and then some. I sped past the same judgemental eyes I'd seen before, and finally found that bloody family bathroom. I got in there, got Sylas out of the carseat, laid him on the changing table and took a look at the damage. There was poop everywhere. All over his back and front. Thank god Id packed an extra outfit. So I reached for the supplies in the diaper bag to get started. No friggin wipes.... or powder. Are you kidding me!? I had to strip him down and attempt to clean him with wet paper towels. No bueno. This sucked! But I did finally get him mostly clean, into dry clothes, and sitting like a big boy in the front of the basket without the carseat. So he was happy. I washed my hands and we headed out towards grocery. About half way there I started looking for my phone, to call Ro and tell him how much that totally blew. No dice... My phone was gone! Not in my bra, where I usually keep it, not in my purse or in Sylas' carrier. Uggggghhh! I raced back to the bathroom and the kid that went in when I'd left was still in there. I waited for him to come out, scanned him for Iphone sized buldges (negative), and searched the entire bathroom Id just left... nothing. No phone. It was gone. Luckily, Ro had been trying to call me shortly after he dropped us off and when he couldnt get ahold of me, came back to Walmart looking for us. I told him what happened and we looked again in the bathroom, then in the car and found nothing. I was so frazzled getting out of the car and coming in that I couldnt even remember when I had it last! Did it fall out of my lap when I got out of the car? Did I set it on top of the car when I was getting Sylas out and left it when he drove off?! It was toast! Or did I bring it in and leave it in the bathroom for someone to snag... ?? We'll never know. And now Im phoneless, and its torture. I feel like Ive lost a limb! :(
RIP my dear, sweet iPhone. I miss you every second of the day...
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