Saturday, March 14, 2009

Lost It.

My mind that is. It's total mush.

I can't think at all.

I'm completely overwhelmed, outnumbered, and outwitted by 4 kiddos.

I thought taking the kids to Chic fil a would be a great idea. Let them run around while I held Charlotte, wear them out, since Josh was working tonight, brilliant right?

I get there, Charlotte has the biggest blowout of all time, pooh to her neck, both front and back. Oops, forgot to refill the size 1 diapers... she ends up sporting a diaper from Laila. And well, we tossed the clothes in the trash, wasn't worth the hassle.

Let the big kids play while I hold fussy charlotte, and feed Laila and myself. I cram my COLD sandwich down, so that I can get Laila in to the play place. CARRY BOTH BABIES in, just in time to hear Hallie say - I have to go to the bathroom.

We went home.

10 comments:

The Galan Family said...

Wow, you are brave. I would have done the same thing. The thing is sometimes you just HAVE to get out and even though you know it might turn out to be a bad idea, it's worth the risk. You win some, you lose some ;) You don't want to know how many poopy clothes I have just thrown out because it just wasn't worth it. Good times.

Debbie said...

I'm sure your mind will be found again some day and this trip to Chickfila will be a chuckle...
I've been there and nearly 4 years later, I'm chuckling.

Amy said...

OH NO!!!!! so sorry -----

it will get easier! It has too :)

hang in there.

Chapman Family said...

This is not helping me want to have another child... Sorry for your "fun" experience. You should read Ariella's. It might make you feel a little better. But probably not much. Hang in there!

Marianne said...

AWWWWWWWW, I'm sorry. That stinks. Literally.

Funny poop story:
My girlfriend was visiting and we took our little kids (i only had 2 at the time) out to a fast food restaurant. She was in line ordering her food and her son (12-18 months) dripped poop all the way from the cash register to our seats that were all the way on the other side of the restaurant. She didn't even realize it until she got to the table and noticed the poop all over her hand. Then she saw the drippy pile on the floor and followed it all the way back to the register. Unfortunately for her, that was the third blowout that weekend. Did I mention that the first two took place on the six-hour drive to my house?

Emily said...

I've been there! Wish I could have been with you to give you a hand and let the kids play while we tried to talk.

becca said...

I hate it when a good idea goes bad. thats the worst. Love you!

Gwenda said...

Oh, so funny! Been there, done that. I used to wonder why I even bothered in the first place!

Mad Queen said...

I shouldn't laugh, but I found myself giggling... I am glad it is you and not me... is that mean? You are amazing. When you are out of this crazy stage you will wonder how you survived... keep going girl, you are a SURVIVOR!

Christy said...

4 is the number that did me in. I'm a different person. Now that you have 4 I'm sure we'd still get along. hahaha