Whoa my goodness

Would that there was more time in a day and more energy in a pregnant lady and more caffeine allowed to the pregnant lady. Oh well.
I need to make bumper pads for the crib. My fabric has come in so I ran to get the foam before my 1/2 off coupon expires, and then I would head to the grocery store. I envisioned the errand being a very fast, run-in-real-quick-and-grab-it kind of a thing and then off to the g-store. But of course not.
Do you find that the fabric cutting ladies are usually grumpy and impatient with you? I find this. I don't mean to steriotype. I have met some super nice fabric cutting ladies who smile at me even when my kids are crying, but most of the time this is not so.
I'll start by saying the heater was running full-blast but I had to leave my jacket on because most of my maternity shirts are too short at this point. So the sweating begins. And then Kate's crying begins. She wants in the cart, she wants out, she wants me to hold her and then put her down. All the while this foam is too thick, that foam is too thin. Ahah, I found the right kind of foam but it's a huge roll in a gigantic box. I run to the front to ask a lady who looked at me with wide, irritated eyes that seemed to marvel at my stupid question, "do I need to bring that huge box up here for you to cut it?" Maybe it was a stupid question. But the box was huge and I had two kids and my belly with me. With her annoyed confirmation I drug my kids and belly back to the back of the store, found a way to prop the box on top of my mini cart and Claire said she would be my eyes in front as we maneuvered back to the cutting tables. Once there, it was a long line and kate ran away from me. I caught her and had a little struggle in the line until it was finally my turn. Much sweating at this point. Thankfully the others in line just smiled at me and graciously endured the moments of loud crying. And though the box was huge, it was just short of what I needed. The wide eyes glared at me and I said, "Okay, thank you." And went back to the back of the store to take deep breaths and let the girls sit in the floor and take their shoes off while I researched the shelves of foam. Claire actually found the pefect foam for me. We worked our way back up to the front, where the line had grown twice as long. We had another sweaty, struggling time with Kate who wanted to run free. Finally it was my turn, but this time is was with an awesome fabric cutting lady who thought my snotty, crying children were sweet, and then informed me that my foam was already the amount that I needed. Perfect. We ran and bought it and decided going to the grocery store would have to wait until tomorrow. But I've got my foam and I'll start on the bumper pads tonight. Yeah!