Well, about a week ago, we were almost out of milk. I surveyed the troops. Everyone seemed to be in good humor. I figured I could take care of that by taking a trip to the store. I took a deep breath and we did it. I called my friend while I was enroute. I warned her that I may be calling shortly to vent about how difficult it is to take three small children to the store. She has three children so she can relate.
Amazingly, I didn't have to make that pity-party call. I did, however, forget the milk, but not the dark chocolate, or the plastic eggs and Easter baskets.
That trip made me feel confident. I've since tackled Target and SAM'S with all three children. Remember that is two hands and three children. So far the rest of the public has remained safe, though Big Sister and some shopping carts had a few close calls.
However, lest you think we have this shopping thing down pat, let me show you what it looks like when we leave the house.
I asked her to go get some shoes. She quickly obeyed, but there was a slight problem. After a few chuckles and a quick picture, I asked her again to go get some shoes. I specifically requested that she get her own shoes.
Little Man is determined to do things that just might get him a trip to the ER. He apparently seized the opportunity when my back was turned, snapping Big Sister's picture, to try and find some trouble. No worries, I told him to stop--right after I snapped his picture that is.
Finally, we have the one who didn't get the same memo as Big Sister and Little Man. Rather than try to derail mama's plans at every opportunity, she just patiently waited in her car seat. Once it became apparent that her mama was not capable of getting everyone ready quickly, she decided to take a nap.
No wonder I'm always ready for a nap once I climb into my car seat.