One of those mornings...

Sometimes you just have one of those mornings where if you don't laugh, you'll just cry...


Matt was up before the rest of us so he could go work the morning shift at the café, so that meant that today's my day to get the girls fed and dressed and out the door by 9:30 to get Abigail to school on time. Sometimes this proves to be a bit difficult, but this monring, there wasn't anything really out of the ordinary until we stepped out the door.


It's about a 12 minute walk to her school with kiddos in tow, and mind you that today it was drizzling. Isa's peeking out from under the plastic covering her three-wheeled stroller; I'm pushing it with one hand, have garbage in the other, and Abigail is holding onto the frame of the stroller. Right after I toss the trash into the dumpster, Abigail trips and lands on one knee in a mud puddle. Knowing there aren't any clean clothes at home, I do my best to wipe her off and calm her down - she's crying hysterically.


After she settles down a bit, we continue on for another three yards, and she starts crying again. I look over to see that she's puked up a bunch of snot that she's swallowed when crying earlier. Once again, I pull out the wet-wipes and clean her up and calm her down. Finally we're on our way.


Not really. About halfway to the school the stroller starts pulling fiercely to the left. After a bit of investigation, I see that a pin has fallen out and the seat of the stroller has separated from the frame and is threatening to come off completely (yes, Isa is still in the stroller.) So, I push Isa on the back two wheels of the stroller the rest of the way to school. Strollers doing wheelies aren't too common, so I get quite a few looks on the way.



After dropping Abigail off, I leave the stroller at school and carry Isa through the drizzle back home. By this point I'm exhausted.


Now after a cup of tea, I think I might be a bit more inclined to laugh than to cry.

You know you're the mother of toddlers when...

. . . you get up from the table (of adults) and excuse yourself by saying, "I have to go pee-pees."

and yes, I really did say that