It only took 45 minutes of preparations, J out in the driveway sweating and cursing as he installed three car seats and me sweating inside as I packed a bag and changed two poop diapers and sent Anderson to time out twice and tried to remember where I'd last seen my shoes (and phone, and wallet, and sanity) ..... but finally, we were all in the car. All five of us.
Bug needed shoes. And Bug, you guys? Having some serious mama attachment right now. I know it's normal, the kid's been through a lot of changes in one summer for someone who's not quite four and sensitive to start. But still, it's been a tough couple of days for him. J tried to take him out this morning to do man things - check in at the dealership, find some shoes to replace the ones that he outgrew/lost (aka, ALL of them) in the past few weeks, the like. Instead, they returned home well before I expected them, and neither of my boys was very happy. Since I'm still popping the occasional pill and not driving or lifting kids yet, not to mention not leaving the newborn yet, it was decided we'd all be going to get shoes.
I'm going to grade our maiden voyage as a family of five at a solid C+. Three of the five cried. Zero of those three were parents, so there's that. One cried because she's one week old and was hungry. Understandable. One cried because we wouldn't buy her a horrific pair of sparkly fuzzy tacky Disney princess boots, and because we wouldn't let her buy a pack of ponytail holders made for someone with more than 20 strands of hair, and because her daddy had the nerve to pick her up off the floor of the store and strap her into the cart while 30 people looked on in disdain (bite me, people). One cried because he's pretty much a dramatic pre-teen girl right now.
But, we did it. And it went better than our first outing with baby Vivi, when three of the four cried, one being a parent, and that parent cried off and on throughout the remainder of that day thinking I'd never, ever, ever be able to go in public again.
I'd like to think we're getting better at this parenting thing, but really, I think our standards of "success" are just at an all time low now.
And with that, I nap. That was really freaking exhausting.