The Bad Mom Day

I had one of those feel-like-a-failure-as-a-mother days yesterday. I was walking through WalMart with #3 and #4 and the whole time I was wondering why I couldn't control my children. #3 esp. He was touching the baby and picking on the baby and making the baby cry. When I made him walk beside the cart, he was still picking on the baby, jumping on and off the cart (getting run over by the cart), running around and hiding inside the clothing racks, and yelling boo to the baby (really loudly) to make her laugh. All the while he was whining about wanting to be done and go home and are we done yet? Because I'm so tired. All I could think was that we still had to get to Hy-Vee and walk through that store too. The baby wasn't any better. She wouldn't sit in the cart and I ended up trying to carry her while pushing the cart. She finally found a fun activity by taking all the yogurts out of their cardboard and organizing them back and forth in rows. Which made it worse when I was trying to get all my items into shopping bags at the self checkout. (Which was a joke in and of itself. I thought going to the self checkout would be easier but bagging my own groceries while holding a baby and telling the five-year-old repeatedly to stop running around proved to be more than I could handle. I finally gave him my green bags and told him to put 2 gallons of milk in each one. Which he did for one bags worth but then he decided to sit on the bagging area, so now I'm hearing "unexpected item in bagging area". Well heck yeah! I didn't expect that either!)
At this point I feel like I should go to great lengths to explain that we really don't have children who act like this in public. We work really hard to train our kids and this was just a bad day. But yesterday, there was not a person in that store who would believe me so why do I think anyone else would?
There was a moment of peace however. I was carrying the baby out of the store and all of the sudden, I could smell something fruity. I looked down and she had punctured the yogurt lid with her teeth and was busy sucking it out. I thought to myself, now she should be able to sit! So we walked all the way to the car with a quiet baby and a five-year-old dutifully holding onto the cart like he was supposed to. Sweet relief.