Wednesday, August 25, 2004

shopping with Terrors

Yesterday I was brave, foolish, out of my mind, or just on a caffiene high. Perhaps all of the above. At any rate, I went to town with both kids, by myself. Remember, this is not just a quick jaunt. It's an hour long drive from where I live to the city, such as it is. For some reason I thought this would be no problem, and over lunch I told the 2 year old the plan to go to town. Going to town is one of her absolute favorite activities, right up there with jumping up and down, and forcing us all to pretend to drink tea out of tiny pink cups. As soon as she heard the news, she was ready. Let's go. She had her shoes on, her coat hanging of her arm, and was trailing me around the house, carrying my shoes and shouting "Town!! Town?? Town!! Go!! Now!!" I, on the other hand, was not so ready to hit the road. I had to feed the baby, make bottles, get dressed, pack the diaper bag, etc. Just as I was sure we were going, I discovered that some serious butt changing was needed, so back in the house. Have you ever tried to pin down and change the butt of a Mexican jumping bean? Did the bean have crap all over it? Was it shouting "NO!!! Town!!! GOOOOOOO!!!" while you cleaned it? If not, you really can't understand. Anyway. Off we went. 10 minutes into the trip, the lovely child declared that she needed water and couldn't reach her cup. Stupidly, I said "say please, and I will help you." Saying please has been an ongoing battle. When we got to the store, she was still wailing "waterrrrrr, waaaterrrr" but no "please". So now I had the guilt of depriving my child of water, plus the guilt of wanting to toss her out the window of a moving vehicle.
Actual shopping was not so bad. The trip home was quiet, as both of them slept like angels, so they would be well rested and cheery to greet their Daddy at the end of the day. He thinks it looks like fun and flowers and love and hugs to do this staying at home thing. Funny, funny man.

4 comments:

LN said...

Another brilliant post!

I can perfectly imagine your trip...

I just don't understand one thing: was it worthy?

diafanos said...

My blog says somebody visited it from your blog - that's how I found you. Funny and informative for those of us not with children (yet) - keep it up.

Manchester, UK

izaak said...

I thought your blog was great. I have logged it and will come back later. Cant wait to see what happens next!

♥ Gloria said...

hahaha ... you have been blogging FOREVER ... I must consult you on tips & tricks for the blogging world ... I couldn't possibly catch up on all your posts, or maybe I can, but it will take me some time, unless i start reading like Boy Terror, except rather then a book in my had it would be my laptop & somehow that seems much more dangerous! ... anyway ... you diaper changing story reminds me of my most terrible experience I had ... at a Denny's restaurant no less. We were seated in the corner by ourselves & heading home from Kelowna to Vancouver. Of course the bathroom did NOT have a change table, so since she was NOT poopy I decided to lay her down on a blanket in the booth we had just finished eating at to do a quick change before we packed ourself into a tiny little Fire Fly car ... As I got the wet diaper off & was getting the clean one on Daughter decided to have a poopy explosion which shot across my lap & out onto the restaurant floor!!!! I gasped ... Husband jumped & we bot looked at eachother not quite sure how on earth to respond to the situation we now found ourselves in ... so in a strange way I can relate to you "jumping Mexican bean" incident ... oh, the joys of motherhood!!! LOL!