My Little Picasso's

My Little Picasso's

Thursday, October 3, 2013

running errands with toddlers

Saturday mornings, oh ... how I loathe you.

I know what you are all thinking ... WTF?

Need I explain ... two toddlers.  Four (yes, in my "blogdom" absence ... Max turned four) and two.  Do they understand SATURDAY MORNING?  Ofcourse not.  They still want waffles or MickeyMouse Clubhouse at 5:42am whether mummy has to go to work or not.

I am a working mum, so Saturday is my day to get stuff done.  You know, cleaning, washing, magic eraser-ing crayon from walls, finding missing socks, bank, post office, groceries, mow the lawn, rake leaves, persuade a toddler to take a nap, read War and Peace ... all in a day's work.  Now I know I do not have to explain my next statement ...

I am heard before seen at the grocery store.

I am that cart that takes up the entire aisle with two scrambling "hanging out the side there are no limbs inside this vehicle" toddlers because the straps on the funky car cart are broken.  I am the cart with excessive amounts of frozen waffles, string cheese, mandarin oranges, apple juice, and coffee.  I am the cart that can be heard two aisles away as my children fight over the car cart's seats.  I am that mum who you might hear threatening their loud children that they will leave if they do not behave, yet I know I really won't because I NEED GROCERIES because dry pasta and one month old cereal in the pantry will not cut it.  I am the mum who hands her children each the largest bagel she can find in the coffee bar at Wegman's and hold her large coffee in hand as she tries to set a new record on shopping in the time it takes a toddler to eat a bagel.

DISCLAIMER - I have had to go back for more bagels before.  I'm just sayin'.

Errand running with children is my worst weekend nightmare.  It used to be so much easier when they were immobile, slept in the Moby, allowed me to enjoy my coffee instead of spill my coffee.  Now it is as though Dennis the Menace has left Mr. Wilson behind and found me to be easier prey.  I know it will get better.  They'll stay by my side someday instead of trying to take out the entire spaghetti sauce collection.

Today after school, before picking up the boys, I left at 3:11pm.  I went to Dick's Sporting Goods to buy a t-shirt for Spirit Day tomorrow, picked up a VENTI Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuccino from the 'bucks, went to Party City for a few door decorating supplies, filled the car up with gas, and sent a package at the post office.  By the time I was leaving the post office, it was 4:13pm.


Then I got my children.

October 4th, 2013

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