good karma

I had a MOST excellent day. The weather was perfect, the Pea was a doll, AND I got a killer dress for a killer deal...more on that later. So the day started with me waking up BEFORE the Pea, not only did I get a great night of sleep, but I woke up feeling good. We headed out early to go to the library and Dunkin Donuts. I was planning on heading home after that, but it was so nice out, we hit the park instead. Sitting outside, on a bench, drinking my coffee and watching the Pea play was a really nice start to the day.

After the park we decide, kind of on a whim, to hit the mall...I have a dress already for tomorrow night, but it's one I have worn before, to the club, and I thought IF I could find another, better one, for a decent price, I would treat myself. When we get there the Pea wants to ride the carousel...problem is I have NO cash, so we have to walk by it, her screaming, and not ride. So we are at the mall, the Pea is playing in the play area, and cuz it has just opened we are the only ones there. After a minute I realize she is squatting in the corner, and eeew, stinky. Damnit...because when we left this morning, I wasn't planning on being out long, I didn't bother to bring diapers...AND, cuz there are no other moms around to borrow from, I am screwed. I yank her up and drag her out of the mall...she is crying and upset, I never got a chance to shop, and it's a haul to go all the way back home. I decide to go to a drug store...thank god there is one on EVERY corner these days...I grab a pack of diapers and a pack of wipes, and change her in the backseat of the car. Well, guess what? NO POOP...yeah, apparently she was just farting...it figures.

OK, fast forward...we are back at the mall, she has gotten herself tuckered in the play area, DID go poop, so getting the diapers worked out, and I am on the lookout for a dress. A PANICKED grandma comes up to me, with her very own two year old in a poopy diaper and asks if I have an extra diaper, cuz she didn't bring any. I start laughing, which she probably didn't appreciate, but I wasn't about to elaborate on, and hand her a diaper. She tries to give me a five dollar bill, and I say "No way, I TOTALLY understand, please just take it." Then she asks for wipes, which are buried underneath my purse in the bottom of the stroller, so I bend down to get them and hand her a handful. As I am walking out of the store I see the $5 underneath my phone in the drink holder of the stroller. When I bent down to get the wipes, she must have jammed it in there.
The Pea and I got to ride the carousel after all.

Well, as if all that wasn't enough to make me feel lucky, I decide to go into a store I NEVER go into and stumble across the deal of the century. The party tomorrow is a breast cancer fundraiser so of course they want you to wear pink...who has a pink dress? Unless you were forced to wear one as a bridesmaid, and we all know those are heinous, or you happen to have one from ANOTHER breast cancer deal...no one. I was hoping for something with pink IN it, or to find a dressy pink top I could wear with jeans and heels. Hanging on a rack, surrounded by boring black, brown and blue dresses is THE CUTEST little pink tank dress, and it just happens to be my size. It is perfect because it has sequins around the neck and hem, so it looks dressy, but its a knit, so it feels like a tee shirt...talk about comfy. It was originally $80...has been marked down to $20...rings up for $15...I practically RAN out of there because I felt like I was stealing.

Anyway, after the mall we headed to the beach...had a great meal, followed by seashell collecting and lounging, and then headed home to get her all packed to go to daddy's house. I was starting to dread letting her go, but we had had such a great day, and she had been so much fun, that I felt like I had enough to carry me through until Sunday. Well, another twist of fate, in my favor...long story short she is sound asleep, in her bed, in my house, and I don't have to let her go until tomorrow afternoon.

Was it just my day or did a big ol' delivery of good karma get dropped off to me by mistake? Hope it's not the latter...hate to have to give that shit back.