Home Alone

Mike took the kids camping yesterday.
I hope they are having  a great time.
I'm not going to worry about that though because..... I DON'T HAVE TO!

I can eat whatever I want and not have to share.
I can go to bed whenever I want, even if it's 3:30 in the afternoon
I don't have to get dressed and I can cuss as loud I please, even the F word.
I can watch whatever I want on T.V for as long as I want without having to worry about what time SpongeBob comes on for the 27th time in a day.
I have to tell you, General Hospital looks SO good on the 65 inch screen and even better without someone asking if the dishwasher is clean or dirty.

So last night Wendy and I went to town for supplies.
We got chips and salsa, Ben and Jerry's, all the stuff for Rice Krispi treats and smores, peanut butter M&M's and movies.
We were up until 2:30 this morning eating crap and watching R rated movies.

Something happened when we were at the store last night though and I want you to tell me if I'm a bad person.
We had gone through the entire "Have Everything Store that isn't Wal-Mart".
We had looked at all the house stuff, all the garden stuff and all of the clothing department.
We went through and got our groceries and paid for them.
We even stopped by customer service to tell them how much we liked the kid who rang our groceries and laughed with those girls for awhile.

On our way out we swung into the video department to look at the movies thinking we may just buy a movie as opposed to going to the Red Box.
That's when things started to go bad.
Because it was in my mind that our intention was to make another purchase, I picked up a $3.99 set of Pokemon cards for Wyatt and set them in the cart.
We wheeled through looking at all the different movies, even asking for assistance in locating Mars Attacks (how dumb, NOBODY has that movie, I can't even rent it) We took our time browsing music and movies and then decided to stick with the original plan of Red Boxing it.

Here's when it happens.
The defining moment.
The line was about to be drawn between good and evil.

As I unloaded the groceries, I saw that the pack of Pokemon cards were still in the basket.
I had not paid for them.
Was that stealing?
Why yes, I believe it was.
Could I have gone back into the store and returned/paid for them?
Why yes I could.
Did I?
NO.
Will I go to Hell for this?
Possibly.

I have not stolen anything since I was in the third grade.
I was eating candy that was weighed by the pound while I was standing in line waiting to pay.
Mrs Williams who owned the store took me in the dungeon office and scared me straight.
I have not fallen off the wagon since that day.
Until last night.

What should I do?

I don't want to be a prison blogger.
Blogging Behind Bars.... When Good Moms Go Bad.

Ugh, my stomach hurts.
I can't believe I even told you this.
Don't tell anyone else.