4/8/10
Sancerre and Dump Truck
Thankfully I was already in the wine section of this cool new store, "Winslow's Home" that I'd been meaning to try when the owner comes over to ask if the two boys eating at the table are mine. Hesitantly, I said yes. Well one of them rips a dump truck out of its original packaging. I sighed, "spiderman?" He nodded his head. Before I walked over to deal with the hooligans, I turned to him and said, "I'll have a bottle of sancerre to go." He, of course couldn't agree more. I approached the table with my sancerre and dump truck, I told the boys (thomas) that I bought the truck that he had ripped from packaging since that is wrong, he responded with, "Which truck?"
Challenges of my sanity
Yesterday I believe was a complete challenge for my sanity and it clearly lost. I really don't know how I can regain it back with three kids under 6 and a husband whom I haven't seen due to work in many days! In fact our next door neighbor's mother is in town due to newborn and she thought some other guy was my husband since mine has yet to be home to meet her...in daylight hours! Last night, as he asked me how my day was, it went like this. CT and T both in school. Went to beloved TJ MAXX and scored some fashionista items for argentina trip where I finally fit into my prebaby size 4!!! On cloud nine. Picked up T, went to trader joes and had to wake up elle. Good day so far...yet walking out we are faced with THE slanted/rain/wind downpoar and I yell, "Let's go Thomas." Off I go sprinting across the lot with elle and cart full of groceries assuming as any other mother would my child would be running alongside me. As I glanced sideways, I did not see Thomas. Skidding to a stop, I turn back and see him still standing under the trader joes awning with the look of "shock, dumbfoundness..." Muttering every bad word known to mankind, I ran back across the lot, dodging rain/wind and cars to get him. "Come on Thomas!!!," I yell. "I can't go out there," as he runs under the awning to the next store. You must realize that we are standing in traffic with cars in line waiting for this soaking wet mother whom has lost it, wet baby yelling at her son to get here now ahhh sh**&%**@*#**!!!!!! Finally Thomas steps out from under the awning off the curb onto the street and holds his hand out to the car and says, "STOP." They did. All the time laughing!
Every wednesday we have swim lessons at the gym where I use that time to work out. With Elle in the nursery, screaming her head off, I find this short time to actually tune out and enjoy the workout. Not today. Dropping boys off at the pool, CT goes to his pool like a perfect child should. Thomas on the other hand is defiant. "Mom, when dad was here I got into this pool but when you were here, I got into THAT pool." "Yes, Thomas, I know and they moved you from THAT pool into THIS pool." "But mom, when dad was here." "Yes, Thomas, I know and they moved you from THAT pool into THIS pool." This goes on for minutes til we are gathering some interest from other parents, I guess wondering why my next step would be. Had nobody been watching, you bet I would have picked him up and thrown him into the pool, ran out without looking back. But, others were watching and I was on my best mommy behavior. Thomas looks at the pool and sees they are putting up the letters and animals. "OH MOM, I did not get to play with those." "Well Thomas if you had gotten into the pool when I told you too, maybe you would get to play with them." By the way, why wasn't the teacher coming over to help me? Smart teacher. Thomas finally sighs and places one TOE, yes one toe into the pool. Yes, there's a chance of me having my escape. I take one step back. He sees it and quickly withdraws his toe. "Thomas, if you do not get into that pool when I count to three, you will come to the nursery." "But mom...." I grab his hand and assume to throw him in the pool when I regain my best mommy behavior mode. He senses his time is up as he puts his right foot into the pool. Thank god the teacher swam over at this point and I quickly smiled and bolted!
Dropped elle off in nursery where her shrieks could be heard around the world...20 minutes on elliptical is all I have time for but better than nothing. I run down to the family changing room to get Thomas but he's not there so I go back in the pool area and still no Thomas. His teacher comes up to me and told me that he got out of pool and announced that I was waiting for him in family changing room. All I could think this was my fault yet what idiot would let a 4 year old out of pool walk to changing room by himself???!!! I bolt out, run to front desk and literally had place on "lockdown" as we are frantically searching for him. Aha, I thought, "NURSERY." Run upstairs and sure enough there was Thomas and what did he say to me with his hands on hips, "Mom, where was you?"
Every wednesday we have swim lessons at the gym where I use that time to work out. With Elle in the nursery, screaming her head off, I find this short time to actually tune out and enjoy the workout. Not today. Dropping boys off at the pool, CT goes to his pool like a perfect child should. Thomas on the other hand is defiant. "Mom, when dad was here I got into this pool but when you were here, I got into THAT pool." "Yes, Thomas, I know and they moved you from THAT pool into THIS pool." "But mom, when dad was here." "Yes, Thomas, I know and they moved you from THAT pool into THIS pool." This goes on for minutes til we are gathering some interest from other parents, I guess wondering why my next step would be. Had nobody been watching, you bet I would have picked him up and thrown him into the pool, ran out without looking back. But, others were watching and I was on my best mommy behavior. Thomas looks at the pool and sees they are putting up the letters and animals. "OH MOM, I did not get to play with those." "Well Thomas if you had gotten into the pool when I told you too, maybe you would get to play with them." By the way, why wasn't the teacher coming over to help me? Smart teacher. Thomas finally sighs and places one TOE, yes one toe into the pool. Yes, there's a chance of me having my escape. I take one step back. He sees it and quickly withdraws his toe. "Thomas, if you do not get into that pool when I count to three, you will come to the nursery." "But mom...." I grab his hand and assume to throw him in the pool when I regain my best mommy behavior mode. He senses his time is up as he puts his right foot into the pool. Thank god the teacher swam over at this point and I quickly smiled and bolted!
Dropped elle off in nursery where her shrieks could be heard around the world...20 minutes on elliptical is all I have time for but better than nothing. I run down to the family changing room to get Thomas but he's not there so I go back in the pool area and still no Thomas. His teacher comes up to me and told me that he got out of pool and announced that I was waiting for him in family changing room. All I could think this was my fault yet what idiot would let a 4 year old out of pool walk to changing room by himself???!!! I bolt out, run to front desk and literally had place on "lockdown" as we are frantically searching for him. Aha, I thought, "NURSERY." Run upstairs and sure enough there was Thomas and what did he say to me with his hands on hips, "Mom, where was you?"
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