Yesterday I did something Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad. And my name isn’t even Alexander. Let me paint the picture for you:
Weather: 93 degrees
Mood: Grouchy from road rage with a hunger induced headache
Outfit: Cuffed boyfriend jeans and a cute new tank from Target
5:12: Left the office
5:45: Called in pizzas. Meeting friends for picnic at the park
6:42: Arrived home…yes I have a horrible commute
6:43: Power fed Matthew. Poor baby literally hung onto to my boob for dear life as I ran around the kitchen throwing together plates, napkins & water bottles in a backpack
6:45: Stripped off office shirt and replaced with said cute Target tank
6:47: Nebulized Addison (Bad asthma day)
6:50: Torch passed from husband to wife so husband could leave (with a cooler full of beer) to “play baseball”
6:55: Buckled kids into mini-van after minor meltdown over shoes. Crocks are not allowed for bike riding at the park
6:57: Baby falls asleep
7:00: Arrive at pizzeria. And – wait for it – left 5 month-old-baby and 4-year old daughter in car all by themselves unattended – to run in and grab the pizzas. Car did remain in sight at all times *sort of*
And therein lies the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad offense.
But really, I did what every mom of more than one child with multiple car seats and only two hands has contemplated doing on many occasions. Yes, I could have taken baby and hooked his 27 lb. car seat over one arm – holding Addison’s resistant little hand with the same arm and balanced 2 large cheese pizzas in the other. But, I still had a few additional challenges to factor in to the equation. 1) The high tantrum risk factor of the 25-cent-candy-machine-meltdown which is always placed right by the door as a universally evil move by all store owners to taunt parents. Who actually ever lets their kids eat candy from those things anyway? And 2) Waking up baby who if you refer to the time stamp above just recently fell asleep and was still in prime will-wake-up-easily mode and was poised for optimal sleep time so that I too could sit and enjoy pizza. So, all in all, I was dealing with the perfect storm of pizza-pickup.
So I ask you, my judge and jury. Was that a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad thing to do? Let me know what you think. Or, even better – what would you have done?
G’ahead, I can take it.