I Used To Be Clever

Now I'll admit, I started the day out tired. Baby T really gave me a run for my money last night. She didn't feel good, and she made sure we all knew. And when I'm tired, I'm not on my game.
So this morning, when I noted that we were almost out of formula, I sighed. Looked like I would be dragging Preschool C and Baby T to Walmart. It's something every mother dreads.
We got to Walmart and I brought along some diapers that Baby T had outgrown. I wanted to exchange them for a bigger size. The return line was 4 people long, and only one person was working. Baby T began to fuss. Preschool C began to turn circles. Finally we were next in line when Preschool C said something he rarely ever says, "Mom, I have to go potty and I have to go RIGHT NOW!" So we go to the bathroom. There's no way to get the baby carrier, diaper bag, and purse in the stall so I wheel the whole cart in. Baby T begins to cry because she's hungry. Preschool C does his business and then needs help because, well, it was just gross. So I'm trying to help Preschool C and keep a hand on the crying Baby T who is also blocking all bathroom traffic. And wouldn't you know? About 100 people needed to used the bathroom during those five minutes.
So we get out and rush back to the formula. Me trying to push and feed Baby T and I do not know what happened today but Preschool C is going CRAZY! Not in a bad way, in a pick-up-a-million-things-and-put-them-in-the-cart-and-wake-my-sister-up-kind-of-way.
I went to use the gift card issued by my diaper return, and it wouldn't work. Crying baby. Crazy boy. Finally we get out of Walmart and home. Sigh.
And when I walk around the corner what do I find? An extra can of formula that had been there the whole time, thus rendering the trip to Walmart completely unnecessary.
                                                                                                                       K

Humiliation: The Sequel

      Still working on tact with Preschool C. Not making a lot of progress. The other day I was in a restaurant with the kids and there was an older gentleman with a brace and a funny hat on. Preschool C just happened to have his light saber on hand (imagine that). His mind is on all things Star Wars. So when I went up to the cashier the man, who happened to be at the buffet, was close by. I have Baby T and I'm not really paying attention, and Preschool C walks right up to him and says, "Are you the real Darth Vader or pretend? Where's your light saber?"
     Now I don't know if the man heard him or not. I was too busy grabbing him by the hood of his coat and pushing him outside. I can only hope that the man thought he was just a friendly little guy trying to start up a conversation and he didn't catch the whole Darth Vader thing.
    Another one, you ask? Ok. At the store and a man is by the carts. He's a very nice man and Connor says hello to him. The man says hello back and Connor says, "Mom, how come that man has a girl's voice?" It wasn't really that high but we pushed the cart on as fast as we could go. Because really, how do you recover from that?
     No worries today. Since we have an actual technical blizzard outside (that's what they say but I don't see anything worse than a little snow so far) I will be keeping both Baby T and Preschool C inside. Safe,warm, and far far away from any potential embarrassment!
                                                                                                               K