Last night was my first night alone with the children. It was actually probably the best night I've had since we got home from the hospital. I'm not sure if that is because I was flying solo, or just luck. I did get up at least every two hours with one baby or the other, but, it was for short periods of time.
The day started for TLL at 6:45, and thus it started for me at the same time. I had just changed her and given her a bottle when Baby Girl woke up. TLL was a good sport and I was able to give BG her bottle, and then wake up the kids and get them ready for school. BB announced on his way out the door to walk the dogs, that the 'decorate a water jug' contest for his field trip today wasn't voluntary, it was actually mandatory. So, I sawed the top off a water bottle (that was half full) and dabbed some thumbprint fish on it while he was outside. Then I packed his lunch, in a plastic bag...classy, I know. 0f course, he forgot the jug.
I tried to take it to school. Really, I did. I jumped in the shower. Changed three diapers, dressed three babies, packed a diaper bag. I was however too late. When we pulled into the school the field trip buses were already gone. I am still choosing to count the trip as a partial success. The fact that I was anywhere dressed with three children under three by nine in the morning is an accomplishment in my book.
Since we were dressed, and because I was running low on formula, and as I was high on my imagined success we went to Target. I was pushing the babies in the double stroller and holding H on his kiddie leash. Hahahahahahaha! It was awful people. Purely awful. H fought the monkey's tail (his kiddie leash is a monkey) the entire time. He walked backwards, sat in the middle of the cart traffic, etc. BG couldn't decide if she was hungry or not, so we stopped to feed her no less than three times. And...Target was out of my formula. Yup. Out. It took us an hour to make it to the baby section in the store...and they are out of stock. Hah!
I was already dreading another trip to the store with all of my babies, like, bone deep shivers of horrified anticipation. So, I decided that we would pay a few extra dollars and go to the grocery store that is right next door to Target, and get enough formula there to last until my husband gets back. Once there, I walked too close to the bulk bins, and before I could stop him, H plunged his hand into a bin of carob malt balls and ate as much bounty as he obtained with his grab. Aack. I am still waiting for the grocery store security to come after me. The best part though, was that after buying the formula, I LEFT IT AT THE STORE. As in, I had one freaking bag, and I left the damn thing at the checkout counter.
I guess that I'll have to go back and see if they are going to hold the bag for carob malt ball ransom or not. However, I'm not going anywhere until the kids get home and I have a few extra hands. If for nothing else, at least they would try and find a diplomatic way to say, "hey Dumbass, you forgot your bag," without getting grounded.
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