Once upon a time

Once upon a time there was a little girl who's naps were too short.
Once upon a time there was a mom who sent her adult kids in Chicago way too many cookies and sweets for them to eat and give away so they would stop eating them.
Once upon a time there was a lady in Chicago who ate too many cookies and sweets that were sent to her house because she didn't have enough people to give them away to.
Once upon a time there was a Mom who looked down to find that the belly that had disappeared post pregnancy seemed to be appearing again (blame the cookies and sweets).
Once upon a time there was a thrifty-want-to-be mother who researched double strollers for weeks but couldn't bring herself to buy one due to the feelings of guilt and self-indulgence that comes with spending a lot of money for something that she isn't sure will work well.
Once upon a time there was a 25-year-old girl who had two little kids and needed to exercise. So she went out and bought some appropriate shoes. 
Still no stroller.
Once upon a time there was a woman who had the exercise shoes, shorts, and bra, but didn't have the ability to leave the house during the day without taking along her two little kids. Stroller?
Once upon a time there was a person who procrastinated about buying a stroller (because the one she REALLY wants costs a billion bucks and isn't released to the public until the end of August....stroller snob, anyone?). 
Once upon a time there was a mom who realized that she would be trapped in the house without exercise until she bought that damn stroller. After all, it kind of makes her cry when she thinks about pushing one kid in the stroller while jogging with the other kid strapped to her front in this wretched heat. 
Once upon a time there was an individual who set a goal: ORDER the stroller before the end of the day. Which means she has to decide which one she is going to buy. Her bank and her belly are on the line here. The decision better be a good one. 
Once upon a time there was a lady who decided to stop writing this ridiculous post, and go put her toddler (who woke up way too early from her nap) on the potty.


Good thing this lady isn't me.