Yesterday I was finally given some good work-related news.
My promotion (that I was told about 10 months ago) was finally awarded to me!
Along with a raise! Woo hoo!
I decided that I needed to stop off at the liquor store on the way home after picking Delia up from daycare.
(I have no idea why I thought I should pick her up first, by the way.)
Delia and I arrived at the liquor store, which thankfully is quite spacious and has wide aisles.
Delia immediately whipped off her jacket and began running up and down the aisles.
I grabbed a bottle of champage while running past the coolers.
Now you can picture my little, red-headed child giggling her way up and down the aisles, while I trailed behind her clutching her jacket, my purse, and a bottle of champagne.
Delia was having so much fun!
I just wanted to go home.
After about 5 minutes of this fun, I decided that Delia had been disruptive enough, and it was time for my big move.
"Delia," I said, "If you put on your jacket and we pay for this, you get a sucker!"
Delia yelled "No go home!" and took off running again.
I pretty much tackled her to the floor near the cash registers and attempted to put her jacket on.
I was met with a 25-pound noodle of a girl who slumped down onto the floor while screaming "No jacket! No jacket!"
I was then on the floor with Delia, trying to get some noodly, yet resistant arms into her jacket when I hear a man say, "Ahem."
Delia stopped struggling and we both turned around to look at him.
The liquor store guy.
He was holding a bucket of suckers and asked, "Does she need one of these?"
While Delia looked greedily at the bucket of candy, I quickly put her jacket on and zipped it back up.
She was happily enjoying her sucker by the time I was finally able to pay for my bottle of champagne.
Thanks, liquor store guy!