Ok so i decided I wanted to try the flea market today. I figure it was
Sunday so maybe it wouldn't be so crowded...ha ha yeah right. Well, this is a very large indoor flea market about 20miles from my house.

We get there and i was so wrong about the crowd but i venture in anyway. It starts off not too bad. About 30 mins in I realized I have to go but I try to stay.  All the giagantic baby carriges and all the people walking the wrong way, I feel the anxiety rising.  People trying to get around us as we are walking, when we can't get around the people around us. No one says excuse me, maybe cause they don't speak english I don't know. Kids running wild trip me or is it all in my head? Ok I've had enough I grab the back of Charlie's shirt and yank him to a clear area where with tears starting to roll down my face, I almost scream, ok i have to go.

I had a headache the size of texas and by the time we get to the car I feel so weak. We make it back home I take some ativan and take a long nap.

It almost makes me not want to ever go back to a flea market but I love them so much.

What more can I do but try?