Since GBD won’t take the time out of her schedule to maintain her blog, I thought I’d post this here. This is the typical lazy day of a work-at-home-mom. Enjoy.
It’s my day off, so I had a few errands to run. My main goal was to go to the tag office and renew my tags. (Believe it or not we are STILL dealing with issues from the trade-in on my old car due to the dealership). It’s a long story and I won’t bore you with the details - but I had to get a new tag and attempt to get an $85 credit from the DMV .
So after Sophia’s nap we piled in the car and off we go.
As soon as I pull in the parking lot I hear “grunting” from the back. Yep - she pooped. There’s the smell.
Ok, I change her in the car because I don’t want to do it in the DMV. I took off my old license plate, got the girls situated and we went in…..to a HUGE line! Let’s say 40 people in line and only 3 DMV workers.
To their credit they moved the line pretty fast. Of course we had “Jimmy talks A LOT and really LOUD” in front of us who wanted to carry on a conversation (like he didn’t notice I had my hands full with the girls).
Anyway, we get to the window and I tell my story blah blah blah (at this point I’m just glad to be away from “sir talky”. The lady is very nice, but I quickly realize this is going to take longer than I thought. I had called my insurance company prior to leaving because they had to make a correction in their system to show we never had a lapse in coverage (it was the dealership that turned in the wrong VIN number).
Of course, she didn’t do what she said so now I’m on the phone at the window and the line behind me is growing and growing. Lauren is playing hopscotch in the color tiles on the floor and I’m trying to get her closer to me and away from the angry line.
Meanwhile, “Jimmy” hasn’t shut up at the window across from us (seriously telling the DMV lady his life story which everyone can hear because he’s so flipping LOUD). I finally got the insurance company to do what they needed to. Now the DMV lady needs to get a refund form (in triplicate, btw) but she can’t put her hands on it, so she goes to ask someone else for one.
The line is now out the door (and it’s 98 degrees outside) and I can hear the people moaning.
Sophia decides she is hungry so I attempt to give her some cheerios to hold her over. Of course now Lauren wants some cheerios and she is fighting Sophia for them . DMV lady comes back and says she can’t find the form so she’s called her supervisor back from her break and is waiting for her return. OMG the people in line are forming a lynch mob now.
“Jimmy” finally stops talking and is leaving the window and get this….everyone in line starts clapping - SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!! Ok, so he’s bugging the crap out of everyone not just me - whew!
But now I have become “that person” in line who is taking way too long and they’ve all started to focus their attention on me. I pull the girls closer and try not to make eye contact with any of them. Then Lauren looks at me and says “Mommy I have to poopy really bad”. I think this is where the twitching began.
I beg her to sit on the floor, dance, hold her bum, whatever it takes. No dice - she’s gotta go right now. So the DMV lady says go ahead and take her while we are waiting for my supervisor. So I say “Ok, where are the bathrooms”? Right around the corner she said. Yeah, right around the corner from the angry mob!!!!!!!
So I’m running past everyone pushing Sophia in the stroller and pulling Lauren behind me. Lauren lost a flip flop and tried to stop and get it - but I kept pulling and said “just leave it we’ll get it on the way back”. We made it to the bathroom in one piece (minus a shoe) and I’m trying to explain to Lauren that she can’t just sit there - she MUST push and get the poop out!
She made pretty good time and I was able to retrieve the shoe on the way back past the fire breathing mobsters. We return to the window and the supervisor is just walking up - whew!
Wait - who is screaming??? Oh, right - that’s Sophia because now she is STARVING and the cheerios are gone. Ok, I can make a bottle with one hand, sign the form with the other and keep a close eye on Lauren - no problem. I talked Lauren into holding the bottle for Sophia while I filled out the forms.
About 45 minutes later we’re done. I’m dripping sweat at this point - but I have my license plate in hand. Lauren is thirsty from all the cheerios but the water fountain is in the middle of the line so there was no way in hell I was sending her into the lions den. I ran out of there - got the girls in the car and put my plate on.
At this point, I’ve decided that I am NOT going to the grocery or to get my oil changed. I had already promised Lauren we would go to the car wash (one of those full service car wash places) because she LOVES watching our car go through, etc. Lucky me, the car wash place does oil changes and since I’m getting my car washed it’s half price. So we go inside to wait and there it is………that smell……..that familiar stinky smell…….. Sophia pooped AGAIN! But now I don’t have my car to change her in so I take all of us to the bathroom in the car wash place. Of course there is no changing table so I attempt to change her in the umbrella stroller! Yeah, that went as well as you would think - NOT! Poop everywhere. Lauren is gagging from the smell and Sophia is laughing. They had a full length mirror on the wall and I looked up and just started LMAO! I looked horrible - the sweat is back, I have poop on my hands, I’m trying to stop Lauren from gagging and Sophia from falling out of the stroller.
I’m waiting in line and I hear a crashing sound - Lauren had built a tower with the legos which have now fallen over and the legos are from one end of the place to the other. The twitching returns.
Now it’s Sophia’s nap time and it’s taking FOREVER for them to detail the car. An hour later the car is ready (and so am I)! We get in and they moved Lauren’s seat all the way forward. I have NO idea how to move it back. So she rode home with her knees in her eyes basically. My FIL calls me on the way home and as I’m talking to him Lauren yells “Mommy mommy - safety violation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” WTF? I never buckled her in. Seriously. I had to pull over to the side of the rode to buckle her (trying to hide this safety violation from my FIL but trying to get off the phone at the same time).
Ohmygawd you had what heck of a day. I had a good chuckle though, sorry
Holy crap.
No pun intended.
So, how was your day?
Dang! That is a full day’s work! :thumb:
ROFL Good times :thumb:
Being able to deal with these types of things is what separates us moms from mothers. I’ve always thought ‘mother’ was such a stuffy word. Mom is so go with the flow. You are one kickass mom! :o)