Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Going to Town

I'm a grown woman with three children and I sit here on my bed trembling at the thought of going to town. That's right, I intend to take all three boys to town with me, with no other adult present. I don't know why I thought this would work, but I did. In fact, I was feeling a bit confident about the experience. Maybe even a bit Supermom-ish. Well, no more. I did take all three to Cody's school this morning for his open house, but that's different. Micah and Jamie ran around in the kindergarten classroom playing with basketballs and other fun toys. There was nowhere for them to escape, and not much they could wreck. No problem.

Going to town is different. Still, I fully intended to do so and figured it would be no problem at all. After all, we only have to get indoor runners for Cody. How hard could that be? But as the time approached, I started to chicken out. I had called my mother-in-law earlier and invited her, because like me, she loves school supplies. But she couldn't come. That was fine. I still felt totally fine about going with the boys, and I had invited her just for the fun of it. But suddenly the boys were fighting every few seconds and crying and whining and tattling...sigh. Can I really do this? Then it came to my attention that we need more than the shoes. Panic started to set in. Shoes are one thing, and even then I envision Micah and Jamie in the shopping cart fighting and trying to climb out while Cody tries on shoes. The image is even worse if they get out of the cart.

On top of that, I have to put eye drops in every hour, which is awkward in public places. My hands are not sterilized...etc. If Cody wasn't starting school tomorrow I wouldn't even be considering doing this. How I wish I had baby-sitters available. I just have to face the music and take all three boys to the store. They are in bratty moods today. Well, just Jamie, I guess, but he's good at it, and will very likely make me completely miserable the whole time we are gone. I guess I'll just go, and whatever food items we don't get I will have to have Mike bring home tonight. The problem is, he thinks he'll be late tonight, and without groceries, we will have nothing to eat tonight.

Does this post seem ridiculous? Probably to some of you it does. I can't help it. My fear comes from many bad experiences when I got brave in the past. The idea of doing this stresses me out more than I can describe. If the city was ten minutes away, I would feel differently. Forty minutes means I'm trapped there until I get everything done. No running away if disaster strikes. Maybe some of you don't have boys, or only have one, or have lots of boys but with more than two years between each of them. Or, maybe my boys are just exceptionally difficult. Or, maybe I'm the wimpiest mom ever to have wandered the earth. Whatever the case, I am afraid. But I'm going to do it. Two years from now, when I have a seven year old, a five and a half year old and a four year old, I suspect I will view shopping differently. For now, you'll have to take my word for it. This is not going to be fun. I better get ready to go. Perhaps tomorrow I will have a post describing the trip. Hopefully not, because if there is material for a blog post, it will likely be a scary trip for me. I'm off.

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