Daily Daycare Adventures

I went to get the girls. Picking them up is always eventful , as it is like a box of chocolates – you never know what you are going to get. Yesterday, we had two extra ingredients (for extra fun, of course.) One, the teacher’s aide pulls out two tootsie roll pops and hands one to each girl. Ummmm, lady, WTH????? So, I have two choices, prepare for battle. Deep breath!
1. Refuse to open and watch both girls have a meltdown
2. Let them have them on the way home and hope it does not hype them up beyond control or ruin their dinner.

Bad Mommy, I chose option 2. We start toward the car – picture this……….. I have Lil A on one hip, Big A on the other and like a fool I wore my hair down, so I am trying to carry them up a hill, in heels all the while avoiding lollipop hair. I make it to the car, I strap Lil A in her carseat, I take Big A to the other side, she climbs in and is just about to sit in her carseat (whew, I made it. Uh, no – not so fast Mommy) Big A starts complaining about her tummy hurts. She flat out refuses to get in her seat. Ok, it is at least 100 degrees outside, I have just carried two children who weigh at least 20 pounds a piece up the hill, in heels all the while avoiding getting sticky candy in my hair – get in your seat. And then it hits me, THAT smell. “Big A, did you poop?” Yes, Mommy I poopie. GREAT! Now, I have to get you out, Lil A out and go back inside. I get Big A out, I get Lil A out, once again avoiding the sticky mess, what? Big A? You want me to carry you too? So here we go, two kids in tow, down the hill, in heels, avoiding the sticky mess (and a partridge in a pear tree) We get inside, change panties, Big A is now sporting Elmo panties. Tinkerbelle panties are now in a Wal-Mart baggie. Out the door, two kids in tow, up the hill, in heels, avoiding the sticky mess. We get home – we haven’t had a meltdown. WHEW!!! I lay down to go to sleep, crisis averted - $hit, I have lollipop in my hair. I guess tomorrow is wash you hair day for Mommy!!!