Bad Bad Mommy.

Today we went to get our Mini Van looked at, while we were at the dealership a nice lady gave my two children two huge balloons. Hailey of course wanted the pink one and Dylan of course didn't really care. These balloons were the biggest balloons that I have ever seen, I was kinda jealous in a way. I guess you could say that I secretly wanted one too. After the dealership we ran over to Costco to get the $100 gallon of milk (j/k inside joke) and some diapers so I decided to leave the balloons in the van. A $100 and an hour later, I opened the trunk as well as the sliding doors, as I was loading the diapers I look up just in time to see the big pink balloon escape. Oops, I knew this wasn't going to be good but at least we still had the big red balloon, and maybe I could get them to share. We'll as quickly as that thought crossed my mind the big red balloon escaped before I could get the door shut, double oops! I knew that this would devastate my 3 year old so, I decided to make it seem like it was sooo cool to watch them float away. Nope, didn't work, not even a little bit. In the middle of the parking lot a loud shrieking scream and a flood of tears erupted like a volcano. After loading a screaming 3 year old and a clueless 1 year old into the van I began to apologized to my 3 year old profusely. She screamed the whole way home, " I am so sad, I want my balloon." It wasn't just any old scream, it was the kind of scream that just broke your heart into pieces, you could actually feel her deep pain. I felt like I was just stabbed in the heart, I wanted to cry with her. Later that day when her Dad came home she told him that the balloon flew away and that she was really sad. I also heard her on the stairs talking to her favorite stuffed animal, "I was so sad when my balloon flew away". I feel horrible, bad bad Mommy.