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It was an interesting weekend. We did stuff and were subsequently totally exhausted by the doing stuff. And then we'd sit on our couch and look at each other and say things like, "This is just how it IS, huh? The REST OF OUR LIVES."
Two babies? More fun, more work. And going anywhere outside of your living room is like planning the invasion of Normandy. Double stroller or single stroller and sling? Are we eating? Do I need to bring snacks? Sippy cup? How many diapers? Is it raining? Which diaper bag? Just a purse? Where are the coats and shoes and hats? Does Mommy's flask need to be refilled? But Jack can only run so far in our living room and we HAD to get out. We even thought it might be fun! Silly parents!
We went to a stuck up fancy pants mall on Saturday because we knew it had a kids' play area. We went to another stuck up fancy pants mall today because Jack was getting his hair cut (and his pathetic parents can't bear to have him get a hair cut at a regular ole SUPER CUTS I mean, are our hearts made of STONE?) and we went to the kids' salon where you sit in red sports cars and play with toy cell phones while the nice ladies carefully snip around your ears. Also, there is a play area, which is really our only requirement for Family Outings these days. (And then guess who cut his lip climbing up to the slide? GAH.)
But at both of these venues I had the ridiculous idea I might get to do some shopping. HA!
I mean, I should have just stopped this train of thought at the "double stroller" point. Seriously. While that contraption fits through doorways and department store aisles, you can't exactly go browsing through the racks. Neither can you leave your 18-month-old and 2-month-old in the stroller in the aisle while you hurriedly dash through the clothes, your head whipping around every 2 seconds to make sure no nefarious person has made off with your children.
And now I have one of those kids who doesn't WANT to go shopping, why am I pushing him down these boring corridors, he wants OUT, do I have any treats?, when are we going to the food court, is it time to go home, this is torture WHIIIIIIINE. And when that gets started guess who chimes in? The little sister. SO. ANNOYING.
Even though I had Phillip with me to do the stroller pushing and the child wrangling, it was still a bummer. I found them some Christmas clothes, but had to leave every other store due to being COMPLETELY DISTRACTED. I don't know about you, but if I am going to spend serious amounts of money on baby Christmas outfits and Christmas party accessories and other Very Important Items, I need to FOCUS.
I now have to say to myself: Self? Do you want to go Christmas shopping? And perhaps get yourself a latte while you're at it? THEN YOU MUST FIND YOURSELF A BABYSITTER.
About the stretched out diaper thing... I was three or four sentences into my politely-written Nasty Letter before I realized that at least half, if not more, of my diapers are 'seconds'. Meaning something was wrong with them. Meaning I got them cheap(er) and, when they arrived, did not see anything wrong with them and congratulated myself on saving a few bucks. It would be slightly embarrassing to write a politely-written Nasty Letter only to be informed that those diapers were seconds because the elastic was not elasticky enough. Or something. And I'm not even sure which diapers are seconds and which ones were full price. I could go through my order history on Cotton Babies, but I don't know how to distinguish the actual diapers. (Most of my diapers are 2.0s and I know I have a mixed bunch price-wise.) I think I'm going to look up how to fix them (and figure out if such a thing is possible on my own, probably not) and go from there. So. That is that. I have yet to deal with a diaper disaster in my new system, but it's only been a few days. I'm sure a disaster is out there lurking somewhere.
Oh, and for the record, I still love these diapers. I still love the one size. I know a lot of moms love collecting diapers and trying all the different kinds and different colors/patterns and all that, but MY GOD I have enough trouble switching out the too-small clothes, let alone dealing with sized diapers. In case you were wondering. I'm sure you weren't.