No Big Deal

We went to the Railroad Museum today. I saw a special on the news about the Polar Express at the Railroad Museum, so I thought it would be a lot of fun for the kids and a great way to get out of the house. We got to Old Sacramento and I opened the trunk of the car only to find that the stroller was not in there. It was in the entry way at home, actually. No big deal -- I had the front pack. I unloaded the kids from the car and put Emma in the front pack and Jordan on my shoulders. What a great day to wear heels. No big deal -- I'm great at walking in heels. I went to grab my purse only to find that it too was at home. No big deal -- I had my wallet. And a bag to put it in. A diaper bag. Weighing approximately ten more pounds. No big deal -- I skipped out on the gym today anyway. So Emma in the front pack, Jordan on my shoulders, diaper bag... hmm... around my neck. That'll work. No big deal. Now to pay the meter. Crumbs. No quarters. No big deal -- I walked in my heels down the crickety old wooden planked walkway with Emma in the front pack, Jordan on my shoulders, the diaper bag around my neck, and a dollar in my pocket for the change machine. As I put my dollar in the change machine, I saw the meter man standing in front of my car. NO WAIT!!! I'M RIGHT HERE!!! Right here. Running down the wooden planked walkway in my heels with Emma in the front pack, Jordan on my shoulders, the diaper bag around my neck, and my dollar in my hand because the stupid machine wouldn't take it. When I reached my car, the meter man looked at me. My eyes welled up with tears. I held out my dollar. "Do you have any quarters please?" He started laughing, and told me that he'd never seen anyone carry their kids like that but my hair looked great considering the circumstances. He told me he remembered the days when his kids were small, and how his grandkids make him so happy now. I told him the change machine was broken. He pulled out four quarters and handed them to me. "No big deal. Merry Christmas."