Grocery shopping

Today is Presidents Day, which is basically the lamest excuse for a day off of school. We woke up at 7:30 and basically watched movies until noon. At which point I decided it was time to go to the grocery store since we have been eating pancakes for every meal for a more than a few days now.
So off we went.
As we got out of the car to go into the store, I told my daughter that she may not bring her blanket with her. Wo, she did not like that. As we walked from the car toward the store she began screaming, kicking, crying that she wanted her blanket. (it's her nap time) I told her over and over that we would be really quick and she could have it when we got back in the car but only if she stopped crying. That did nothing. She continued to have a fit, we are now on the sidewalk in front of the store, I walk ahead of her ignoring her bad behavior to see if she would run and catch up with me, she didn't. I turn the corner to enter the store and hear her scream. I look back to see that she has somehow tripped and fallen into the road. Did I say that I also have a 5 year old and a baby in a car seat with me? I park the car seat on the sidewalk and tell my 5 yr old to STAY HERE. I run back to my daughter and explain to her in specific detail why she cannot have her blanket and try to reason with her. This girl is tired and kind reasoning in front of strangers is not working. People are staring, laughing and I am losing it. I get 2 inches from her face and in my softest sharpest voice tell her that she has 3 seconds to stop crying or I am throwing her blanket in the garbage. 1....still crying, 2.........still crying, and a very loud, very mean 3! SHE STOPS. 
We have finally made it into the store.
I go quickly grabbing everything I can including milk, bread and a few other things I have vouchers for, when I suddenly realize I have forgotten my vouchers. But we are completely out of milk, bananas, and juice which are necessary right now. There is no way in hell I am packing these kids back in the car, running home, then coming back and re-shopping for all this stuff. So I just continue getting what I need and say screw the vouchers.
As we are shopping my daughter takes a  banana from the bunch I grabbed and is using it as a gun aimed at her brother, but somewhere along the road she lost the banana. My kids say they know where it is and will run and grab it 2 isles over. I tell them to go quickly and come right back. 17 minutes later of scouring the store in search for what I think are my 2 abducted children, and one cart run-in with a bitter drug addict I finally found them.
It's time to go.
I head to checkout and quickly get my items paid for.As I approach my car I notice that the car next to me has left 6 inches for me to get into my car and there is no way in hell i can fit my babies car seat in the car.
It's time to lose it.
I begin to cuss my brains out as I contemplate how I'm going to get my baby in the car. Should I set him in the trunk while I move my car? Should I put him in the front seat? Should I? Should I? Should I?
Decision.
I walk over to the other side of the car and tell my 2 olders to get out and so I can try to put the baby and his car seat in on their side and squeeze it past their car seats to get it into it's spot. Well, Olive climbs out, and of course, her car seat somehow falls out on top of her.
I know, you didn't think it could get worse did you.
Now it gets better.
My shopping cart is sitting in the middle of the parking lot because I have my hands full trying to figure all this crap out.  A worker comes to grab the cart. I'm at that throat choking point, ya know, like about to cry, but still holding strong as I ask her to help me.
I put Nash in the cart and asked her to watch him for a minute. Even if she thought I was going to bolt on her, she was still nice enough to help. I got Olive calmed and kissed better, got her car seat and her back into the car and pulled out of my parking spot to fit mister Nash in.
So THANK YOU Smith's worker, whoever you are. You played a small roll in my day today but really helped me out a lot. And one thing is for sure. I am NEVER taking 3 kids to the grocery store again. But I LOVE THEM LOTS.
The end.