Did I sign up for this?

I woke up today with a great plan in my head. After lunch, I was going to go to Morgan's, the post office, and then the grocery store. After I fed Jeremiah at 12:30, we were loaded up in the car headed to Morgan's. It was starting to sprinkle so I didn't stay at Morgan's long, just long enough to pick up something. I made it to the post office (still sprinkling) and we got in with everything I needed to mail. As I was checking out, I looked outside and the rain was pouring down. It was raining huge drops so that the sky looked white. I couldn't decide if I should wait or run in the rain with Jeremiah (who I am sure is pushing 16 pounds)! There was a lady who offered her umbrella to me. So, I took it and walked Jeremiah to the car. It was raining so hard that he still got soaked. The car seat was soaked and rain was hitting Jeremiah in the face so hard, that it looked like he was drowning. Feeling like an awful mom, I didn't know if I should go home or try the grocery store. As I drove closer to the store, it stopped raining. So, I went to the store. I got Jeremiah strapped in the Baby Bjorn and headed in the store. We got everything we needed and headed to the check-out. Of course the worker in my check-out line is slow as Christmas. I got in line at 2:30 and left the store at 2:55. And I didn't even have that much stuff. The manager let me borrow an umbrella because yes it was pouring again!!!!! And there was a nice guy who worked there who walked my groceries to the car and put them in the back. I get Jeremiah and myself in the car and head home. I call my mom and began to have a break-down thinking, "I can't do this!" And what I meant was doing all of this by myself for 2 months while John David is gone. I get home at 3:00, I haven't eaten lunch, Jeremiah will eat again in 30 minutes and I have groceries to unload. I thought that I had smelled poop coming from Jeremiah but wasn't sure. When I put him on the changing table, I look at his bottom and I don't see any poop through his diaper. Then, I put his legs down and there it was. And oh he pooped! It was coming out of the front of his diaper and then out the side. Not to mention, it was all over the outfit he was wearing. As I was thinking the day couldn't get any worse, I look at my son who is looking at me and smiling so big. I thought to myself, all I can do now is laugh! (Sorry this was so long)! Surely you moms can relate to my story!