I knew I should have run errands when I had just #7 with me. But I didn’t. I waited. I checked emails and paid bills online and caught up on all of the Real Housewives. And now I am doomed.
I have to run to the store. Not the local one, where I can just zip in and zip out. I have to go to the store store. And I have a list. A whole list of things that I need to buy and I am dreading it. You see, I should have just went earlier. With one kid. Now I get to take 3 of them with me. And two of them haven’t had naps.
It’s all my own fault. I waited too long. Now #6 and #7 are fighting over who is sitting closer to who on the couch and #4 is trying to intervene by threatening them with no cartoons. They know it’s an empty threat from big brother and they are responding like prisoners in Attica: rioting and being louder and even more annoying. The only thing missing is them chanting “#4! #4!”
S.O. is busy spraying fields (he’s in agriculture) and he will be of no use to me for the next 2-3 months so I am going at this alone. And afraid. He is so lucky to work 16 hour days with no break. He doesn’t have to deal with the tantrums and fits and that’s just from me.
Pray for me. I am going in. If I can find their shoes and the car keys.