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Time to hit the pool for the day. Do I have regular diapers, wipes, swim diapers, all 3 bathing suits, 3 changes of clothes, cover ups, a sun hat for the baby even though she won't wear it, goggles, towels, sunscreen, sunglasses, underwear? Got it all. Let's head to the car. Oh crap, I forgot to put on my own bathing suit. Let's all get back in the house so I can get changed. I go upstairs while the 17 month old stands at the gate at the bottom of the steps and screams. By this point, I am sweating so bad that I can hardly get my control top, one-piece on without it sticking to me. Nothing short of a crow bar and pliers are necessary to get it on. Finally dressed and ready to go. Head back out to the car and get the kids all buckled in. Oh crap, I forgot the drinks or bag of endless amounts of snacks that the kids will request. Run back in and get it. Again, I am ready to go. Pull out of the driveway.
Oops, did I let the dog in?
Pull back in driveway, get out of the car and go back in the house to check. Unlock the front door and find the dog staring me right in the face.
Now we are finally on the road. It's a big freakin' production.
Let's all go out to dinner tonight. Great idea! I am not one to turn down dinner where I don't have to cook. Get all 3 kids looking at least somewhat presentable. Shoes on and ready to go. Grab wipes, a diaper, and sippy cup for the youngest. Get to the car.
Should I bring some crackers or a snack for the baby? Probably.
I run back in and get them. Now we are all set. Pull out of the driveway.
Did you lock the side door?
Pull back in and go check. The door is locked, of course.
We are off to dinner...after another big freakin' production.
This was my day yesterday. It was a great day, really. But it was exhausting.
Can you relate?