Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sometimes, this is my life.
I try to never, ever take both kids out by myself after work. I'll do it on the weekend, but not on a work day. Most workdays I've stretched my brain to the max and at the end of the day I can barely think straight, so doing anything that requires a lot of thought (i.e. watching an infant/toddler that want to dart in 2 different directions in the store, or keeping 2 kids that want to be out of the cart, in the cart and happy) is something I'd rather not do. But, yesterday I had to make a trip to the dollar store. I decided, it's the dollar store, in north charleston, if my kids are screaming at the top of their lungs, it'll be like every other kid in the store. As soon as I got out of the car, I realized the giant bottle of water I had been drinking all afternoon finally caught up with me and I HAD to use the bathroom. Which meant, I couldn't bring the double stroller with me (wont' fit in most bathrooms) and couldn't put the kids in a cart yet. This is nothing short of torture to get 2 kids in the bathroom stall with you to go to the bathroom. Thankfully it was a "one seater" without stalls... so I took a few things out of my purse for the kids to play with while I used the bathroom at the speed of light. Judah loves to flush, so he snuck behind me as I was getting up and flushed, so great, now two of us needed our hands washed. So, I washed his hands and was about to do mine when I looked over and in a half second Quinn had gone with playing with my purse stuff to playing in the toilet. I yelled "No Indy" (see what I mean about my brain not working) and grabbed Quinn up while Judah was pulling all the paper towel out of the roll to dry his hands. I was telling Judah not to do that when Quinn smashed his hand on the spicket of the faucet drenched his hair, face, his shirt and me- we were both soaked. I had started to sweat thinking about the bathroom horror show we were in and finally snatched my purse, Quinn and told Judah to follow me out of the bathroom. Within 5 seconds of leaving the bathroom, we're walking down the isle, Quinn and I looking like drowned rats, mascara running my cheeks, Judah yells, "Mama, Mama, my pants!!" I look back and Judah's shorts had fallen around his ankles! All of this BEFORE I started shopping.