We went to a concert at school, and I was totally prepared to keep John busy; I had a screwdriver in my purse.
I don't usually carry screwdrivers in my purse, but I had a really terrible day yesterday.
It started out pretty normal. I just wanted to take the kids to the library for story time, pay a fine for a book (I swear I turned in!), and find a couple of books on a subject I'm currently researching.
But the kids didn't want to. They didn't want to eat my breakfast. They didn't want to get dressed or have their diapers changed or their hair brushed or their shoes put on. They didn't want go outside. I'll spare you most of the rest.
I was a little frazzled by the time we actually went outside, and the chickens were loose and I had to go find the stroller, and Lucy had the camera.
See what John is holding?
I didn't when I picked him up.
And I didn't when Lucy documented this endearing moment, either.
I found it after we had sat down at the library. After Britton had screamed all the way there. After we had choked on secondhand smoke while chatting with a neighbor-friend in front of the food bank (are you required to have a nicotine addiction to go to the food bank, or did I just go at a bad time?) and checked out the awesome community garden that provides fresh organic fruits and vegetables to the food bank. We are so volunteering this summer! And right before I met the Penis Mom and anyone else yelled out in alarm that my child was going to poke somebody's eye out. Phew.
Britton also decided that it would be funny to yell that she wanted to go back to the library half the way home. I'm glad she's catching on to irony.
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