Last night, when I was coming home from yoga, I had picked up Chipotle. I also had a large box, housing mom's mother's day gift, a small box holding a shirt I had ordered, my large purse, containing my work clothes and 2 water bottles, plus a plastic Target bag.
I had brought my ceramic coffee mug with me yesterday to drink on the way to work, and I wanted to bring that in as well. I threw it into the Chipotle paper bag, stacked everything together and proceeded to walk up to the house with everything in my arms.
As I'm struggling to get my key into the door, the coffee mug rolls out of the Chipotle back and onto the door frame/porch, smashing into many peices. I yelled "GOD DAMN IT!".
DH was feeding Baby A in the living room at the time, and heard the crash. He ran up to the door as I managed to get my key in the door. He saw what had happened, and after making sure I was ok, he said, "Two trips, honey. Two trips!!".
I can't be the only person who insists on one trip from the car, no matter what. What says you?