don't mess with me, i'm pregnant

I took my kids out to run some errands today, and I realized - I'm impatient and grumpy with people. All people are annoying to me.

Starbucks happens to be across the street from my bank, and I happened to have had to deposit a check at the bank. Win for me. So, as I'm sitting at the light after getting my coffee, I notice there is only one car in the atm drive. Score! By the time I get across the street, through the parking lot, and to the atm drive, the lady is just putting in her atm card. Seriously?! Strike one. Who takes that long to pull out their atm card? Isn't the point of going through an atm drive through speediness? Grrnesss as I wait for slow lady in front of me.

Next up, needed to pick up some pills from the doctor office because I ran out this morning. Pull all three kids out of car. Go up to counter and wait almost 3 minutes to be acknowledged. Really? Customer service people. I finally just say as nicely as possible that I just need to pick up some pills, and I was told to "fill out a slip". Okay, cool, but I don't want to see a doc, I just want pills. "Fill out a slip". Okay then. Wait for almost 15 minutes for them to get my pills for me. 3 bottles of pills. I wanted to just go and get them off the shelf myself, leave a check on the desk and walk out....but, I kept my smile and left my rudeness while waiting with 3 loud children in the waiting room. Finally got my pills, and waited another 5 minutes for someone to take my credit card. Finally paid and loaded the kids back into the car.

Then to Walmart - not my favorite, but it's cheap and close and Raelynn was out of milk. I buy my 12 things, and we move through Walmart faster than the doctor's office - ridiculous. As I'm pushing my cart of 12 things and 3 kids hanging off of it, a man in his car follows me to my car - he wants my parking spot. Welp, he's not blind, he knows I have 3 kids. So, I unload the kids, unload the cart, load the kids in the car, and put the cart away. The man has the nerve to be tapping on his steering wheel and laying his head on his hand all annoyed looking. It took everything in me to smile and jump in my car and drive off. What did I want to do? Well, it definitely wouldn't have made Jesus smile, so I opted to turn on some worship music really loud and let it soak into my horrible, rotten attitude.

I'm not friendly when I'm pregnant. Strangers annoy me. It's awful.