Pull into the driveway. Get Caden out. Hand him some bread to take in. Grab two bags of groceries.
Get inside. Place the bags on the kitchen floor. Caden bangs his elbow. Kiss the owie. Wait until he's calmed down.
Back outside. Grab two more bags. Caden meets me at the doorway. He has to potty.
Throw the bags on the kitchen floor beside the other two.
Potty is more like poopy, which takes a while. No toilet paper. Dig around in bags on kitchen floor while Caden cries from toilet.
Caden wants to put the toilet paper on the holder all by himself. Ten more minutes.
Finally done. Back out to the car. Two more bags. Dog runs out open front door and down the street after a cat.
Put Caden in stroller. Go after the dog.
Drag dog into house. Back out to car. Last two bags onto the kitchen floor. Put groceries away.
Ice cream is melted. Milk shakes for lunch. :)
Friday, May 20, 2011
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2 comments:
Hahahahaha! And doesn't that just describe the life of a mother in general? Even when groceries aren't involved? Every day I go to bed wondering why I accomplished nothing, or why I didn't even bother trying to accomplish anything, and then I remember pretty much exactly what you wrote. The details may be different, but the plot is identical. You have captured it well.
So true Elaine! This is every day - and I don't even have a kid who needs help with the potty anymore!
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