We ventured out to a playdate today. All three of us needed to get out of the house. I think, though, I came home more frazzled than when we left.
The playdate itself was great. We met at Market Square - a cute place downtown with shops and restaurants and a small fountain for kids to run through. The Farmer's Market was set up, so it was crowded, but not in a bad way. And not even too hot. Two moms didn't show up, so it was just us and Jennifer with her two girls.
We had snacks in the grassy shade and then grabbed some ice cream at Rita's. It was nice to have a conversation with an adult besides my husband.
On the way out, Erin wanted to play in the fountains. It was okay since Noah had eventually fallen asleep in the stroller.
Then it was time to get home, and that's when it all fell apart.
I got Erin into some dry clothes, but she started crying when I put her in the stroller to leave (WHY do you think I changed you into dry clothes...so you could get wet again?). Noah woke up as we got back to the parking garage. He was now crying because his nap was too short and I'm sure he was hungry.
I got to where the car was supposed to be, only it wasn't there. I quickly realized I somehow got off on the wrong floor (even though I did push the right button). So I hauled my bus of a double stroller back onto the elevator and got to the car.
Got everything thrown into the car and as I'm backing out, both kids are screaming. Erin is upset because I wouldn't let her buckle herself into the car seat (her independence surpasses her motor skills). Noah is just hungry and tired.
As I'm circling down to exit, Erin pauses to say, "Mommy, Noah and me are both crying." Yes, dear, thanks for the observation.
I get on the interstate and things calm down a little. I look in the mirror to see Erin asleep with her fingers in her ears. I guess she got tired of hearing Noah cry.
Got home. Got the crying baby in the house. Put the sleeping toddler in bed (luckily she stayed asleep). Changed baby's diaper and nursed him. Now they are both asleep. I'm hot, hungry and worn out.
Now I remember why I don't leave the house much.
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