I made it to the weekend! I tell you, there were several moments this last week where I wasn’t sure if I would or not. It was touch and go for a while there. I worried that I might just melt away into a puddle of nothing from the stress, pressure and angst of it all.
Oh yes. There was angst.
I did end up going to Walmart with the kids yesterday morning. I met my friend J there with her son. We were both in dire need of some quality adult interaction. And for the most part, the shopping trip went well. Harry pushed the cart with Liam in it while I pushed the cart with Evie in it. The kids weren’t too ill-behaved (though Harry did get tired halfway through and kept moaning about how tired and thirsty he was… you know how nine year olds are). I started to feel a little cocky about the whole thing.
And then, I got to the checkout and got all my stuff on the conveyor belt and was all ready to pay as soon as she finished scanning when… I realized I didn’t have my purse.
I didn’t even know if it was out in the van or not. I didn’t remember putting it in the van. But then, maybe I never took it out of the van from the last time I left the house. And I thought there might be a check book in the glove compartment even if my purse wasn’t there. So hastily asked my friend to keep an eye on the kids, told the checkout lady that I’d be back in a second and ran out to the van.
Yes. I ran. It wasn’t pretty.
But praise the skies above, my purse was sitting there on the floor of the van. Hallelujah! It’s a miracle!
I ran back (again with the ugliness) and proceeded to have a heart attack while the checkout lady finished ringing me up.
And even then, that probably wasn’t near as difficult as lunch at McDonalds was. Despite my promise not to, we ate at the restaurant which is the one inside that particular Walmart since the notion leaving and buckling kids in and driving across the street for basically the same food left a lot to be desired. And this is where I truly missed our “dual parenting” system. We generally get the kids in their high chairs and situated and then I sit at the table with them while Kile orders the food, gets the drinks, brings the food to the table, etc and so forth. But without him there, I had to do it myself. And that kinda blew. But we managed. And lunch was had by all.
Then I came home and died.
Liam napped while Evie who had drifted off in the car simply REFUSED to nap. But whatever.
The moral of the story? I’m never leaving the house again.
Okay, that’s probably a little overly dramatic. I’m sure I’ll leave the house again at some point. You know, when they’re teenagers.