I have outings with the kids where it all goes right. Sofia is happy and smiling and saying ‘Thank you! Byeeee!’ as we leave the store, and David flirts with everyone he passes, flashing his adorable smile. In these moments I feel like I have it all and I’m rocking this motherhood thing.
Then I have days like today.
I got both kids in their car seats. That’s when I smelled poop. I hate this moment. I decided they were already buckled in so we’d drive to the store and I’d change him in the trunk when we got there. Problem #1 solved.
First time putting David in the shopping cart. I normally carry him in my Ergo or Baby Bjorn carrier but he’s getting a little hefty at 7 months old. Sofia went in the plastic toy car that attaches to the front of the cart. So far so good.
The following sequence of events I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.
David hates the cart. David screams an annoying, yelling, girly, whining scream repeatedly. So I carry him in one arm and steer the very awkward toy car extra-wide cart with Sofia in the front. She sings to herself and tells me to push ‘faster mommy!’ I forget what the hell I need in this store.
All of a sudden the singing stops. Sofia is quiet and I know that’s not a good thing. I check the toy car and, yup, she peed.
I trek them to the bathroom in the front of the store with my diaper bag which is stocked for just such an occasion, thank god. Now where do I put Whiny McGirly Voice while I clean off Miss PeePee? I pull down the changing table and lay him there while I strip my poor pee-covered little girl.
David screams which makes Sofia cry and I want to just hop on a plane to anywhere to escape this scene but on I go, singing the Itsy Bitsy Spider while I remind my apparently forgetful 2 year old that we only peepee on the potty.
I check out, with nothing from my list, and immediately put them both down for naps. And they know enough to not complain and just go to sleep. At least I have that going for me.
How has your day been?