Wow, I am almost speachless today. I knew I had a million places to run to so I was rushing to get out the door this morning. Hoping not to run into any hungry/tiredness crabiness. Well, that didn't work. I left the house at 10:45.
Post Office: Stop number one.
Yes, I left my kids in the car while I ran in to mail some letters. Big Whoop. I was in there for a total of 2 minutes. The phone was left with Krischan in case he needed it and I didn't leave the car running. Besides, you might not know this but Krischan is a super black belt ninja. Very deadly child, don't mess with him.
Bank: Stop number two.
So easy, drive through cinch. But then Jakob says he is hungry.
oh no. But wait, ok, it is 11:45.
No problem. Super mom has a chipolte card for a free burrito. Chipolte is just down the road and Jakob says, as I am pulling out of the bank, "Go there. Chi•po•weigh."
Chipolte: Stop number three.
It is always intimidating and nerve wracking to take three kids out to eat. Especially by oneself. Kadence screams, Jakob doesn't know how to sit still, and Krischan just watches.
This is how it went: The heavens opened up and shone down on us because Kadence ate, Jakob ate, and Krischan ate. I know I fed them breakfast...maybe they are all in a growth spurt. Amazing! I actually got to eat my food...enjoy my food. There was a slight moment of panic when Jakob had to go to the restroom, but Krischan volunteered to take him and I think my jaw went slack and smacked the floor.
They were angels (said in my most southern girlish accent)
Then we left and I told them all how wonderful they were. (I am pretty sure at this point, shock set in for me.)
Wilson's: Stop number four.
All I needed to run in and get were tomato cages and edging. We all get out of the car and here comes the moment Kadence always freaks. When I have to place her in the seat of a cart.
But no, she gets in and sits down, even lets Jakob buckle her up.
These are not my kids.
Krischan helps me count out the tomato cages, Jakob holds them steady on the cart and we walk around casually. No rushing, no speed walking, no grab and runs. I think I actually strolled through the store. It is awesome by the way, it is down the road from this really, really large basket. (A basket that Krischan says would be cool for a giant. I agreed since there are tons of people in there, the giant would eat good.)
Picked out the edging, grabbed a new sprinkler and even stopped to stare at garden tools. The shock just gets deeper by this point.
I pay, we leave, Krischan offers to take the cart and put it away. HMMMM...
Kadence doesn't even pitch a fit when I strap her into her car seat. (She always goes stiff as a board and screams.)
Kroger: Stop five.
At this point I am so pushing my luck, it isn't funny. I had to wake Kadence up and it was now about 1:30. Nap time closing in.
Utter amazement. I was able to stroll through Kroger also. Kadence only screamed at the top of her lungs once. That was when I took my keys from her for the cashier to scan in. Then she was fine. Fine as pie. At this point I realize that aliens must have come down from outer space and replaced my children with these well behaved clones...
I am ok with that.
The lady in the next isle was the one dealing with screaming kicking kids. I gave her an "I so understand" look, but I think she took it as a "Woman, get control of your kids" look. Oh-well. My kids were being angels (again that southern accent)
Home we went.
Once home, I ran Kadence upstairs for her nap, and by the time I came down, Krischan had brought in the 4 bags of groceries for me.
AMAZING!! Thank you aliens!! who are these kids? They aren't mine.
Krischan and his friend Nick played the Wii and Jakob sat on the floor and watched. No arguing whatsoever.
Who are these kids?
All three of them thanked me for the good food at dinner, none of them pitched a fit when it was bath time, and Krischan even left the room to fart instead of farting next to me.
These can't be my kids...but I will take them. Even if tonight my real children are replaced, I have lived one day, when all three behaved like the well-mannered children I am trying to raise them to be.
Amazing. If they haven't been abducted...they must want something really, really big and expensive.
Post Office: Stop number one.
Yes, I left my kids in the car while I ran in to mail some letters. Big Whoop. I was in there for a total of 2 minutes. The phone was left with Krischan in case he needed it and I didn't leave the car running. Besides, you might not know this but Krischan is a super black belt ninja. Very deadly child, don't mess with him.
Bank: Stop number two.
So easy, drive through cinch. But then Jakob says he is hungry.
oh no. But wait, ok, it is 11:45.
No problem. Super mom has a chipolte card for a free burrito. Chipolte is just down the road and Jakob says, as I am pulling out of the bank, "Go there. Chi•po•weigh."
Chipolte: Stop number three.
It is always intimidating and nerve wracking to take three kids out to eat. Especially by oneself. Kadence screams, Jakob doesn't know how to sit still, and Krischan just watches.
This is how it went: The heavens opened up and shone down on us because Kadence ate, Jakob ate, and Krischan ate. I know I fed them breakfast...maybe they are all in a growth spurt. Amazing! I actually got to eat my food...enjoy my food. There was a slight moment of panic when Jakob had to go to the restroom, but Krischan volunteered to take him and I think my jaw went slack and smacked the floor.
They were angels (said in my most southern girlish accent)
Then we left and I told them all how wonderful they were. (I am pretty sure at this point, shock set in for me.)
Wilson's: Stop number four.
All I needed to run in and get were tomato cages and edging. We all get out of the car and here comes the moment Kadence always freaks. When I have to place her in the seat of a cart.
But no, she gets in and sits down, even lets Jakob buckle her up.
These are not my kids.
Krischan helps me count out the tomato cages, Jakob holds them steady on the cart and we walk around casually. No rushing, no speed walking, no grab and runs. I think I actually strolled through the store. It is awesome by the way, it is down the road from this really, really large basket. (A basket that Krischan says would be cool for a giant. I agreed since there are tons of people in there, the giant would eat good.)
Picked out the edging, grabbed a new sprinkler and even stopped to stare at garden tools. The shock just gets deeper by this point.
I pay, we leave, Krischan offers to take the cart and put it away. HMMMM...
Kadence doesn't even pitch a fit when I strap her into her car seat. (She always goes stiff as a board and screams.)
Kroger: Stop five.
At this point I am so pushing my luck, it isn't funny. I had to wake Kadence up and it was now about 1:30. Nap time closing in.
Utter amazement. I was able to stroll through Kroger also. Kadence only screamed at the top of her lungs once. That was when I took my keys from her for the cashier to scan in. Then she was fine. Fine as pie. At this point I realize that aliens must have come down from outer space and replaced my children with these well behaved clones...
I am ok with that.
The lady in the next isle was the one dealing with screaming kicking kids. I gave her an "I so understand" look, but I think she took it as a "Woman, get control of your kids" look. Oh-well. My kids were being angels (again that southern accent)
Home we went.
Once home, I ran Kadence upstairs for her nap, and by the time I came down, Krischan had brought in the 4 bags of groceries for me.
AMAZING!! Thank you aliens!! who are these kids? They aren't mine.
Krischan and his friend Nick played the Wii and Jakob sat on the floor and watched. No arguing whatsoever.
Who are these kids?
All three of them thanked me for the good food at dinner, none of them pitched a fit when it was bath time, and Krischan even left the room to fart instead of farting next to me.
These can't be my kids...but I will take them. Even if tonight my real children are replaced, I have lived one day, when all three behaved like the well-mannered children I am trying to raise them to be.
Amazing. If they haven't been abducted...they must want something really, really big and expensive.
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