Friday, March 27, 2009

How does it take one hour to get into the van?

How does it take one full hour to get into the van? Seriously? Let me tell you how:

You make lunch (granted, I would have had to make lunch anyway, but it just seemed to take longer).
You clean the dishes because you don't want the pb & j to crustify while you are gone.
You pack up the crusty bread for the ducks.
You begin to put one kid in the van when you "smell something".
You traipse back inside and change a diaper.
You figure while you're at it, you might as well change both.
You remember that you forgot to do their hair today.
As you brush and gel their hair, they remind you that they didn't brush their teeth yet (bad mama).
You put their jackets back on.
You get them buckled into their carseats.
You get the dog into the van (but don't realize that you forgot his leash until you get to the park)
You run back inside to pee (because you can't even remember the last time you did that).
You grab the lunch bag and the crusty bread bag.
One hour! How is that even possible?!
Happy Ending: We had a lovely time at the park and met new friends and had fun feeding the ducks and geese. That's all that matters.

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