Workout: Rest Day - And of course, it is gorgeous out which makes me want to run:(((
You know when a complete stranger comes up to you and says, "You've got your hand full!", your children aren't really being good. At all. Yesterday was one of those days. You know, those days where you yell at yourself for attempting to take the kids out to get some errands done. We only had one errand to run. One. I thought it would be fun taking the kids to Walmart to pick out a present for their cousin. No. No, no, no. It wasn't fun at all!!
First, Orlando threw a fit when I wouldn't let him put bubbles in the cart. Then, he threw another fit when I wouldn't let him put another type of bubble blower in the cart. OK, Walmart, do you really need 18 different displays of bubbles? You're killing me, here!! We finally got past the bubbles, but then we hit the Angry Bird section. Oh geez! Another fit. What part of "We are buying a present for Luke" do you not understand??? I said those words at least a dozen times. After toy shopping I tell the kids I need to head to the craft section real quick. But, in order to get there we pass the electronic section where they have video games set up. Lyla takes off running and jumps on the Nintendo U. Of course, now Orlando is crying and throwing a tantrum because he wants on the Nintendo U. Oh my gosh!!!
Orlando gets his turn. Then he tells me he has to go potty. Of course you do. By the time we get there he has already gone some in his pants. Great. Thankfully I had an extra pair of undies in my purse, but now I have to take off his shoes and get him completely undressed from the waist down. By this time I just want to leave. I don't even care about my stupid craft!
Next stop, lunch! I take the kids to Dairy Queen, and I think, if they are good I will get them ice cream. Let me put it this way; here is where the man comes up to me and says, "You've got your hand full".
Ugh!! I just get the kids their ice cream anyway. At this point I don't even care. As long as they shut up, sit down, and let mommy eat her freaking chicken tenders in silence!! They were really good the last 15 minutes, and I was able to finish my lunch peacefully. Very happy that all ended on a good note!
You know when a complete stranger comes up to you and says, "You've got your hand full!", your children aren't really being good. At all. Yesterday was one of those days. You know, those days where you yell at yourself for attempting to take the kids out to get some errands done. We only had one errand to run. One. I thought it would be fun taking the kids to Walmart to pick out a present for their cousin. No. No, no, no. It wasn't fun at all!!
First, Orlando threw a fit when I wouldn't let him put bubbles in the cart. Then, he threw another fit when I wouldn't let him put another type of bubble blower in the cart. OK, Walmart, do you really need 18 different displays of bubbles? You're killing me, here!! We finally got past the bubbles, but then we hit the Angry Bird section. Oh geez! Another fit. What part of "We are buying a present for Luke" do you not understand??? I said those words at least a dozen times. After toy shopping I tell the kids I need to head to the craft section real quick. But, in order to get there we pass the electronic section where they have video games set up. Lyla takes off running and jumps on the Nintendo U. Of course, now Orlando is crying and throwing a tantrum because he wants on the Nintendo U. Oh my gosh!!!
Orlando gets his turn. Then he tells me he has to go potty. Of course you do. By the time we get there he has already gone some in his pants. Great. Thankfully I had an extra pair of undies in my purse, but now I have to take off his shoes and get him completely undressed from the waist down. By this time I just want to leave. I don't even care about my stupid craft!
Next stop, lunch! I take the kids to Dairy Queen, and I think, if they are good I will get them ice cream. Let me put it this way; here is where the man comes up to me and says, "You've got your hand full".
Ugh!! I just get the kids their ice cream anyway. At this point I don't even care. As long as they shut up, sit down, and let mommy eat her freaking chicken tenders in silence!! They were really good the last 15 minutes, and I was able to finish my lunch peacefully. Very happy that all ended on a good note!
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