So today I had a million errands to run. I wake up feed Gracie, gulp down a disgusting instant breakfast for myself because Redd is crying on the floor and I need to hurry...Change his diaper, then feed him so he will be nice and full for our outing. Then I let Gracie get herself dressed because I'm already too worn out to fight her on what to wear. I then get the diaper bag ready and everything out in the car, when Redd poops again. I change his diaper for the second time in 10 minutes, thankfully it wasn't a blow out. At least I didn't have to change his clothes too. I get him packed up, and both of the kids in the car. Whew...it only took about two hours to get out the door this time, and this is only because I decided to forgo a shower today, even though I desperately need one.
First stop, America First and the Grocery store. Of course, as soon as I get there, despite my best efforts to do everything possible to keep Redd a happy boy, he starts crying. I'm rocking him with my foot, while getting Gracie a sucker and signing checks for the teller and answering her questions all at the same time. Thank goodness for the gift of multi-tasking. Redd keeps crying all through the grocery store. I know he is not hungry. I know he is dry, so the only option left is he is tired. So I look like an evil mom walking through the store letting my two and a half month old cry it out. He finally falls asleep as we walk out of the store.
Next, off to the dry cleaners for Jon, and the medical mart for my mom. Of course the dry cleaners goes great because I don't have to haul everyone out of the car. I love pulling up to a window! We then go to the Medicine Shop, or whatever the heck it's called, to pick something up for my mom for her mission. Things go pretty well except I have to get the kids out of the car...again. Getting the kids out of the car takes longer than the errand itself. After only being asleep for five minutes Redd wakes up to the jostling of his car seat, and my arm hurts already from pulling his car seat in and out of the car three different times now.
Then off to Zion's bank. I have to get out of the car here because I had business there that couldn't be taken care of through the drive through. I pull the kids out of the car AGAIN. I get in there and Redd is REALLY freaking out now. Rocking him with my foot isn't helping in the slightest. He is refusing to take a Binky, and I am literally having to yell over his crying so the teller can hear me. Gracie is tugging at my arm telling me something but I'm not paying attention because I am trying to block out the crying and focus on answering the teller's questions. Finally she yells over all the noise, "I HAVE TO GO POOPY AND POTTY!" Every employee in the bank hears this statement. (Poopy and potty are two different things to Gracie.) I drag the kids to the restroom, Redd's screaming is only getting louder. I continue to let him scream because I need to help Gracie do her business. We wash hands, come out of the bathroom and the whole line in Zion's is staring at me like I'm some awful mother ignoring her screaming child....And of course, in the line is some one I know. The person says..."someone isn't happy." Thanks for pointing out the obvious I feel like saying. Instead, I say a quick hello, laugh at the comment as if it is funny, and run back out to the car. I lift two children into the car for the umpteenth time today and grab Redd out of his car seat and nurse him in the back of my sweltering car. After a sweaty fifteen minutes, and a full tummy later, Redd is back in his car seat and a happy boy once again. we are off.
We were planning on eating lunch with Jon at work so next stop Cafe Rio. Redd starts screaming again for who in the heck knows why, so I decide to call the order in. Seeing as I am in the parking lot calling, I have some time to kill. I need to pick up a gift card at Texas Road house. I drive over there, debate whether or not I should just leave the kids in the car with the AC running for this one, but then decide I better be a good mother and just bring them in. child and car seat in hand again I walk up to the front door, give it a tug; locked! Ughh I should have left the kids in the car! Why the absence of vehicles in the parking lot didn't clue me in, who knows? Kids back in the car, strapped in, arms and back really starting to ache now, we are on our way back to pick up lunch. I am dreading lifting that gosh forsaken car seat one more time and luckily find a parking spot right up front. I leave the kids in the car while I run in. I'm staring at my car the whole time I'm picking up the food, to make sure some weirdo doesn't kidnap my children. I wait and wait and wait while the person who should be ringing me up is on a lengthy phone conversation with a friend. HELLO I have two little kids waiting for me in the car! FINALLY they ring me up, I get asked if I am married to Elise Ivins. Um...I am a female and definitely not married to another female, thanks for asking though. I run back out to the car, kids are safe, when I realize I only got one stamp instead of two for my meals. Annoying!
Finally we are on our way to Eaglewood Golf Course to meet Jon. I pull into the parking lot and Gracie has just fallen asleep. Do I really want to wake her up for lunch or do I let her sleep? "Wake her up," Jon says. Car seat and child in hand again I waltz my way into the pro shop. "I wanted a burrito instead of a salad" says Jon. I think a few curse words at this comment, but just say, "oh sorry sweetie." I get a dirty look for taking a plastic spoon from the Cafe, but I get to see my hubby and we eat lunch together in the beating sun out back. Enjoyable nonetheless.
I need to take care of some things at my parents house next, so I run there. Now hear I am blogging instead of running the million more errands I need to run today because I am exhausted. My back is killing me and I wonder if my arms will ever recover from today. Why is it that tasks that were once simple require more energy than I ever imagined to get done? It takes twenty minutes to do a five minute thing. It takes patients and long suffering. It takes a realization that I am not going to get everything done that I want to in a day. But this is what motherhood is all about, and as much as I have complained in the above writings, I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything else in the whole world. It makes my day worth it to have Gracie randomly say, "I love you mom", or have Redd look up at me with that big, gummy smile. My heart melts. My kids are what make my day exhausting, but my kids are what make my life worth it!