"Someone will call you this evening, Mrs. Perry"

"I know better, I know better, I know better". This is the mantra I repeated as we pulled put of the local home improvement store. Here's the story. Sarah and ran errands this am while the boys were at school. Here is the rundown: McDonalds, Kmart, Target, Hobby Lobby, Superwash Car Wash, Starbucks and Sears. By the time we got home I was spent and she was asleep. When the boys got home I just HAD to go to the home improvement store. Let me just tell you that the Perry kids never do well in these stores. We damage tractors, hide behind fridges, spank bottoms with the paint stirrers, etc. I know better! As I turned around to bribe the little miss with some candy, I heard a loud crash followed by a scream. There the oldest in the fam stood holding his bloody nose with a marble vanity top at his feet. They were horsing around admiring their grins in the mirrors when they leaned in a little too far. Employees came rushing from every which way in fear of what they would find. There we stood, Sis screaming for more candy, Clay commenting that they should have used stronger glue and Jack hyperventilating. I stood paralyzed with sweaty armpits and no bra or makeup looking like an irresponsible mother. After taking down our information to file an accident report, the manager said they would be calling. How can you tell if a little one has a broken nose?? Trav is out of town and the thought of the four of us at an urgent care in downtown Toledo doesn't sound like fun. "I know better" is now "never again!"