Oh, Monday.

I skipped the trip to Wegmans over the weekend even though we needed it. We really, truly needed it. If they didn't serve food at the pool, we probably would have all starved. But combine the pool food with the spread at my cousin Allison's graduation party, and we were well fed even if the cupboards were bare.

This worked great for me and my tendency to procrastinate, right up until I sipped my first cup of Monday morning coffee and something just didn't taste right. Hmmm, two cups in and well, damn, if this doesn't taste like decaf.

Hell hath no fury like a mom denied her caffeine. (And a pox on the husband who tries to pass off the decaf in the coffee maker as real coffee before scurrying off to work.)

Wegmans immediately became a Monday morning priority. I rushed the kids through getting dressed. I ran upstairs to brush my teeth and realized that Chris had kindly used up all the toothpaste. I was left with the boys' special bubble game flavored paste for my teeth-brushing.

How any mouth can feel fresh after brushing with a fake bubble gum toothpaste is beyond me. It's pretty gross. Mouth gaggingly gross.

We make it out to Wegmans in record time. I negotiate a dispute over cart selection with the boys, finally settling them all into a mammoth cart with seats for all. I desperately push them over to the coffee bar, my eyes intent on the biggest iced coffee I can order. I place my order, search in my purse for my wallet to pay and find... no wallet.

I forgot my wallet. No money, no coffee. No caffeine, no happy mommy.

I get the kids out of the cart and hustle them back to the car. As we hustle, Griffin trips over a crack in the road and falls hard on his knee. The scraped knee proves too much for the little guy and he dissolves into a full blown crying tantrum in the middle of the parking lot. Brennan, always a sympathetic crier, decides to join in. They are both quite the spectacle.

A woman walking by us rolls her eyes at me before she quickly looks away. With a jolt, I realize I am part of the spectacle. I am that mother with those kids.

And I never even got to have my sweet, lovely, oh so needed iced coffee. Not a drop.