- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to Target
- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to the grocery store
- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to mail packages
- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to get my car's oil changed
- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to Michael's
- Took three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- to Old Navy
Kidding about the martini. Unless sweet tea is somehow Southern for martini.
But if anyone deserved that drink, 'tis I.
Some of you might be thinking, "Why do you do this to yourself?" And the answer is, "Because I know no other way." They either accompany me on my errands or I tie them to the futon in the playroom or I pay a babysitter to watch them so I can return the light blue capris which I knew were a bad purchase the first time I walked out of Old Navy with them, but for whatever reason, I didn't turn around and repent of my error."
And I really don't want to pay a babysitter so I can return capris.
Today's productivity was made possible by Connor, who woke Teyla up from her nap when she'd been asleep approximately 3.25 minutes. Seems he was with Natalie, in their bedroom right next to the nursery, when Natalie had the nerve to finish putting on her socks before him and leave him in their bedroom all alone. The boy is almost 6, but he is terrified of being alone right now -- even in his own house, even surrounded by people, because if he can't see the people, something might happen -- so he let out a wail of Biblical proportions.
Which triggered a wail from the baby. Who was then magically convinced she had slept at least two hours and was refreshed and renewed.
So we ran errands. Seemed the best way to make lemonade out of the lemons I'd been handed.
It also didn't hurt that both Teyla and Connor took a nap in the car.
That's the real reasons I (sometimes) love running errands. Because when you have three kids -- ages 8, 5 and 1 -- 20 minutes of guaranteed peace and quiet is worth three hours of hassle.