Today, I can say for the first time…my toddler lost his underwear in the mall. True story! 🙂
Today was our 4th afternoon in a jam-packed mall doing last minute Christmas shopping. I’ve been feeling particularly energetic recently, and 4 long trips up and down the mall length in the last week have been feeling like a piece of cake, until today! I had to stop 4 times for breaks.
After giving each toddler an Energade (bad move), my 2 yr old needed to go & wee. So off I waddled with her in the trolley to the nearest loo, trolley with laptop and handbag on tow. Unbeknown to me, my 3 year old bolted from dad and followed us to the loo.
So I entered the nearest bathrooms, which happened to be tiny and had no place for a trolley, with a 2 year old weeing in her pants. Faantastic! Then I realised I couldn’t bring the trolley in, so had to unpack laptop and handbag and carry it all in with me. 2 year old still weeing in her pants.
My 3 year old appeared, ecstatic to have caught up with us all by himself, and jumped queue to use our loo first.That’s okay. Your sister’s just finished weeing, go ahead.
The missing undies – seriously??
The loo door was open the entire time, as there wasn’t enough space for all of us in a tiny cubicle, and the queue for the ladies rooms was out the door, so we had a nice sized audience. I could feel the eyes on my back.So I changed her undies, put her on & then took her off the loo and she began to wail about her sore arm. My blood pressure was rising. Fast!. 4 shoes, 1 pair of undies and 2 pairs of pants in disarray on the floor, a wailing 2 yr old & a 3 year old putting grubby hands on my face trying to balance while picking up his shoes (germ-phobic!!). I began to dress them, trying to balance the laptop bag against the wall behind me and not stand on it, and realised my 3 yr old had no undies. Gone! Like, nowhere to be found. Seriously?? I cut my losses and decided to run.
Running commentary mom
Behind me and my chaos was a mom with a toddler who was asking a million questions, so I had a running commentary on everything happening. ‘Honey, the baby is crying because she can’t put her shoes on.’ ‘No, he can’t find his pants.. I don’t know where they are, maybe he lost them somewhere.’ ‘I don’t know how long they will be.’ and so on and so forth. My belly ached, I needed to wee and my 2 year old was STILL wailing. We washed hands and left our running commentary mom & crowd of onlookers, and I stormed to the coffee shop where hubby was waiting, and ordered a giant hot chocolate. With CREAM. And chocolate sprinkles. If there was more on offer it would’ve gone in too.
Some days are glam. Some days you feel you can do 3 kids with flair. And other days you want to pull your dress over your head and hide while chaos reigns. and a running commentary talks about your moment while you fluster around in it!
Glad to be in bed right now at the other end of the chaotic afternoon! May tomorrow be a grander mom day!