Yoda almost got away from me....

Saturday is usually the day I run all of my errands. Today was no different. After an hour+ in Wal-Mart with my mom, my kids were pooped and I still had 3 other places to go. We went into a children's furniture store and I stupidly decided to have the kids come in with me- but in my defense I didn’t know that the room we'd be in was literally wall to wall beds and tables and chairs with almost no space to walk, or else I'd have asked them to stay with my mom elsewhere while I looked at bunk beds...

I let each of my 3 children bring in 1 small toy to keep them quiet and busy while I looked around (another stupid mistake!). Upon entering the store, I was lead back to the room we'll call *The Un-Holy Pit of Mass Chaos* and the kids started climbing all over EVERYTHING...up and down bunk bed ladders, over ottomans, into rocking chairs, over mattresses...there was stuff piled EVERYWHERE and I'm sure to a 5 or 3yo it looked like climbing heaven!

I'm exceptionally picky about everything, but I'm a gal that knows what she wants. I came armed with a long list of "the bed I'm looking for must have:" and a list of "don't even show me:". I climbed around the room looking at different bunk beds and decided nothing in the store fit what I was looking for. Mr Salesman wouldn't let it go. Meanwhile, Monkeys 1, 2 and 3 were climbing up and over and through everything, screaming.

At some point I lost my cool and asked my mom to take everyone to the car, I'd try to finish quickly and then we could move on to the next adventure, thinking maybe she'd feed them a snack but she was too consumed with trying to buckle 3 octopi (is that plural for octopus?) into their car seats and I was too busy trying to HURRY UP and have the guy quit trying to sell me one of 2 triple bunks he had in stock. I don’t want a triple bunk bed, did he miss my rant about being really picky?! Or my list of SPECIFIC wants and must not haves?

After hauling my three monkeys out to the car, my mom pops her head back into the store and tells the sales guy calmly "would you mind telling my daughter that Yoda is missing?" I start climbing through *The Un-Holy Pit of Mass Chaos* over the heaps of chairs and tables and beds to find where my son might have left Yoda and the sales guys (both in their early 20s- so not much younger than me) ask me "why are you so calm, your KID is missing" and I just laugh. One guy says to me "why the heck did you name your KID, YODA?" (And the scary thing was he was TOTALLY serious!!)

I found Yoda, and he was returned to a very relieved monkey #3, but not after the sales guy yelled at the door to me as I was leaving, "May The Force be with you" followed by a room full of chuckles. Yeah, may the force be with you too...