Worried...

Leah was having a good day until we made a stop at Wal-Mart. I usually let the twins stand in the back of the cart while we shop. I had to make a quick stop at the pharmacy to pick up a perscription. I wasn't aware, but Leah grabbed a hold of the pen that is connected to the ATM thingie. As I was pulling the cart away, she continued to hold onto the pen with a death grip. Luckily the cashier grabbed her head before she flipped out of the cart head first! I grabbed the hood of her jacket and pulled her back to safety. She was still holding that darn pen! Of course my heart is pounding out of my chest, and I realized how serious a fall like that could have been. I grabbed the pen out of her hand and said "Don't hold on to that pen!!!!" I realize that was probably the wrong thing to say to her, but my instincts took over. I feel a hundred emotions at once. I am mad she held onto that pen, I am relieved the cashier grabbed her head, and I want to cry because she could have been hurt. Needless to say she did NOT sit in the cart anymore. Then we get to the car. I load up the girls, and grab my 20 pack of Diet Coke. The box rips and 20 cans of diet coke with lime roll all over the parking lot. I am thinking "you've got to be kidding me!" Well, like any good addict, I walked around and picked up all 20 cans. I couldn't help but laugh at how silly I looked. My hands were still shaking from the cart incident, I am carrying an armful of diet coke, reaching under cars for cans that may have escaped. Pathetic. It wasn't even 10:30 AM!