Bad Idea Jeans

I had my "bad idea jeans" on tonight. Does that ever happen to anyone else? Every few months I just have a really really bad idea or use bad judgement. This bad idea happened to occur on my 34th birthday, which was today.
We decided earlier in the week to enjoy my birthday dinner at the mall, specifically at Chik-Fil-A. Naturally I wanted to not only avoid cooking but also avoid cleaning the kitchen, so ordering in wasn't going to work. Oh, and we had some coupons we wanted to use. Before you start feeling too badly for me I should admit that two dear friends treated me to a delightful lunch. So anyway, we pile the kids in the car and the bickering amongst them should have been my first clue that the night would not go smoothly. I ignored it with thoughts of a Chik-Fil-A sammy and a diet lemonade racing throught my head. We arrive and I realize I forgot the coupons. Whenever my husband suggests that I'm forgetful, I remind him that I not only remembered all the kids, but the sippy cups, pacifiers, diapers....you get the point.
So we get the food and Janie, 21 months, is a total pain in the ass. She won't sit in her seat...she wants everybodies soda, she keeps taking off her shoes (which is a total pet peeve). My husband and I just glare at eachother like "What were we thinking?" We know better than to leave the house after 5pm.
After a not-so-quick bathroom trip, we go to the ipod store, hoping they will fix our screwed up ipod, thanks to too many little fingers messing with it. They were very very helpful, but it was time consuming. There were two low computers set up with kids games and my kids argued over them like cats and dogs. Loudly. Then Janie joined in and started squealing and screaming and it was awful. But we were in the midst of explaining the problem and so couldn't just leave. It felt like it took hours. So I decide that the minute we can leave, we're gonna book it outta there. I start to get my keys out and can't find them. I never lose them. Well, that's not entirely true. But I looked everywhere. F*^#!!!! We finally finish and head towards the car. I tore apart the diaper bag. No keys. Janie at this point has taken her shoes off again, the kids are whining for birthday cake, except Liam (7) who is still whining about climbing the rock wall at the sporting goods store. John (my darling husband) finally goes to the car and finds the keys. Thank God.
This whole thing was relatively predictable, Janie and the shoes, the whining, the ipod taking a while...point is I knew better. Bad Idea Jeans strike again. And on my frickin' birthday.