It was a day. Ethan, 2 months old, cried the whole 90 minutes it took me to make one of Rachel Ray’s 30 minute meals. Apparently her time table doesn’t account for screaming infants. Conner (4), and Tobias (2) were off having a great adventure, getting into all sorts of mischief. As the oven timer went off, I called my husband to tell him dinner was ready, and ask what time we should pick him up. “How about 5:45?” He asked. “Ok… what time is it right now?” I asked. “4:45,” he replies. Yes it really is one of those days. I was so eager for it to be over I had sped it up. Thankfully he realized this, and we agreed to meet at the Children’s Science museum in 15 minutes. “Quick boys, we’re going to Explora! Change your clothes and grab your shoes, I’ll meet you in the van!” And we were off. I threw foil over our dinner and launched the double stroller into the van. Ethan kept screaming until I buckled him into his car seat. Then the perfect angle. Who knows. Someone had turned on all the lights in the house. Someone needed shorts. I couldn’t find my shoes… finally we did make it to the Museum, about 20 minutes late. With all the energy in the world we BURST out of the van and into Explora.
The lady at the front desk looked a little funny as we careened through the doors. Me: No make-up, a cock-eyed ponytail, and a top that really should have been changed. Conner’s shirt was not only inside out, but backwards. Even better still, he had put 2-month old Ethan’s pants on, and was wearing them as shorts. I have no idea how they buttoned. Tobias had on clothes that were all his, and amazingly they were all going in the right direction. However at some point in the afternoon, he had shed his underwear and put on a pair of oversized shorts, that kept falling down to reveal a very nice round little bottom. Ethan, the man behind the insanity, was quite content, happy as a lark to be out of the house and buckled into the stroller. Conner and Tobias were also the picture of happiness, Conner with the pants he hadn’t worn in 3 1/2 years, and Tobias, with his waistband in his fist, or around his ankles, should he forget. And really, I was happy too. A laughing, frumpy somewhat dirty, wreck of a mother, having the time of my life with my sweet little boys. Yes, I am a mother. I can always tell on days like these.
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