Testing the old pixel action on my camera to see if I can get some facial. What a grump! And the passers by all looking on and wondering why a mother would let such a bedraggled mess cry alone in the middle of the market.
Me, in my hayfever/flu/constantly impending asthma attack like state, foolishly thinking that a trip to the market might benefit us all, instead of the inevitable. Ending in my kids acting like the world is ending because the size of the croissant is half what it normally is.