Uh oh!

Me and the boys on my birthday. Notice that I cropped this picture to try to hide how messy and undecorated our living room was.
Today it occurred to me that, with two boys and one on the way, I may be in a bit over my head. This struck me as I was trying to maneuver Mason and Charlie through the checkout line at Sams Club. Normally shopping is no big thing, but today I found the task most humbling. There I was with Char whimpering in the cart, runny nose and all and Mason bouncing off the walls. After a couple minutes of chaos, I threatened Mason with the horror of having to sit in the cart if he didn't calm his happy little self down. He continued to ignore me, so, seeing as I had an audience of fellow shoppers, I had to follow through on my otherwise hollow threat.
The ensuing wrestle with a tantruming son was my low point of the day. No sooner had I placed him in the cart than I realized that my pathetic fight completely unbottoned the ENTIRE front of my shirt! I tried to joke about my hootchy state with a humorless cashier while sheepishly buttoning myself and pretending nobody was gawking at me. No sooner had I put the last button in place, then Charlie grabbed at me and unleashed my underroos all over again! To make matters worse, for some reason I didn't have my debit card and had to write out a check while my cheeks turned scarlet. What am I going to do?