Went to Costco today. Shopped on a Sunday. Before Christmas. With PMS.
Managed, by the grace of Joe-Henry to not have a nervous breakdown, but forgot my debit card and had to go home, retrieve it AND COME BACK. They put the cold stuff back, so we had to get them again, and go through the check out AGAIN.
My ankles are killing me from the THREE carts that rammed into them, and I still feel the need to scream, two hours later.
The sweet spot though was that when I was berating myself in the car on the way to retrieve my debit card, I called myself a dummy, and my sweet zen master said "Mom! you're not dumb, you just made a mistake."
I'll remember that after the desire to punch someone fades away.
I am now assigning Costco duties to my husband.