It’s getting to the point where my trips to Costco are almost as fraught as my trips to Target. Yes, that was us you heard today in Costco, or more precisely, that was Beanie, screaming “NOOOOOOooooooooo!” and making his bones turn to rubber bands as I dragged him towards the door.
We just went in to grab “Cars”-and a pizza. Silly me. I thought it might be nice to have a family night tonight, snuggle up with a blanket and some popcorn, and watch the latest Pixar masterpiece. Well. We got the movie, but Beanie was so naughty I’m not sure he should get to watch it tonight- and that bums me out. Plus, my husband called me (about 17 times already today- it’s slow season at work) and reminded me he has an EQ presidency meeting tonight. So, my warn snugglies are out the window. Oh well.
Does anyone else have a DH who calls all the time? He calls at 8:25 in the morning and asks me what I’m doing. WHAT do you THINK I’M doing, you turkey? I have a baby on one hip, a diaper bag on the other, a three-year old rolling on the floor, I’m trying to get the coat at backpack on the kindergartner and it just started raining. Beanie has pulled his shoes off for the third time this morning, and I can’t find his socks now. Abby just pooped, and if I change her, we will be late for school, but I can’t let her sit in poop, so off with all the coats, and to the changing table. While I do that, Beanie will spill his cereal at the table, and Jeff will trip over his shoelace and bust his lip open- all while I have the phone pinched between my shoulder and cheek and listen to you, in your quiet, peaceful office, ask me “what I’m doing?”. Cool babe!